She walked briskly, her steps light as she approached. "I have a proposal from the family for you, Modret Axarel. Are you willing to accept?"
Modret's eyes flickered with calculation.
Should he engage in a fight with her or hear her out?
He didn't know what the lady wanted to say; however, if it was a method for her to delay his departure, then… that would be rather unfortunate.
Nevertheless, could he even leave here?
Just like with the Illuminati, he didn't know how the lady with dark shades and her group had tracked him.
If he wanted answers, the only thing he could do was…
"I'd like to hear the proposal first." Modret took a deep breath and replied.
"Makes sense." The lady readjusted her glasses, then continued, "I know you're around that age where you're supposed to go to the academy, but due to…"
"Unfortunate circumstances, you weren't able to—at least not yet. But my proposal will solve your worries."
Modret raised his brows, his curiosity piqued.
