"Do you have any problem with the portrait, Sir?" the butler asked, he probably had noticed his reaction.
King Luther sighed and shook his head.
She is just young in the portrait, appearance changes over time, he said in his mind trying his best to convince himself.
"Can we proceed to Mr. Mejares' office, Sir?"
"Yeah, sure," he formally asked and forced a smile. The butler walked again and just like earlier he followed him.
What the hell is happening to your mind, Luther? You should stop doubting her. What would she get in lying? And why would she lie about her identity? Are you stupid? he is rebuking himself in his mind trying to put his attention again on what is his intention in going here.
"Mr. Mejares? Mr. Daniel is here," the butler announced his presence.
He saw Mr. Mejares m
