Chapter 71.
An Opportunity.
Oliver was carefully tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the table, in deep thought about Lilian's proposition.
“Friends?” She scoffed at herself and rolled her eyes. “Sure, when hell freezes over!”
Suddenly, the door opened, and a mysteriously cloaked man walked into the room. Oliver casually glanced at him before going back to her thoughts. She had been expecting him for over an hour, and she had given up on waiting for him.
“I'm sorry for the delay.” The man said in a gruff voice and slipped on quietly into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “I had to weave through many guards before I could come up.”
“Just stop with the lies.” Oliver looked uninterested. “There are barely any guards or warriors around this time of the night.”
