Milla Will POV
I gazed at him, "Yes?" trying to anticipate whatever he wanted to ask me.
"What do you want to drink?" Austin inquired, as the maid also approached, bowing her head.
"I would love green tea, if that's alright?" I replied politely.
The maid wasn't Rami .
How many maids does this place have? Maybe countless.
"Sure. I'll have black tea. Prepare it," Austin ordered, gesturing towards the maid.
The maid approached and began preparing two cups of tea with grace.
"It's done, Alpha," the maid announced, placing the cups on our respective sides: black tea for Austin and green for me.
"Thanks," I acknowledged, as the maid departed with a soft bow in response.
Damn, I have to admit, this pack exudes a lot of courtesy—first Rami, and now this maid. They clearly know what they'
