“I know he’s your mate. When you saw Tamaya, your eyes said it all—possessiveness and jealousy. So, I’ll ask again. You aren’t seventeen, right? And… is Asher your ideal type?”
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The figure stared at Logan's room. He had already gotten the information he wanted: the library.
Logan was planning to take Snow there. It could be the perfect opportunity to strike and find out more eventually.
He immediately turned to leave but froze upon spotting someone—her gaze locked on him, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Head Maid Gladys asked. His lashes flickered, lips pressed tightly, and his eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for an excuse.
"Hmm, where are the new recruits? Did they get lost again?" the displeased voice of another maid rang in his e
