The Black Market

Audrey quickly rejected this idea.

Seeing that they were drinking happily, Audrey, who did not have any feelings for alcohol, found an excuse and left the table.

After all, to her, this kind of thing was meaningless. She could just use this time to do something more useful to herself.

After Audrey left, Klein looked at her disappearing figure at the door. After a moment of silence, he picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it in one gulp.

He increasingly felt that Audrey was an unfathomable figure.

Although he had discovered that she might not be the noble lady he had imagined when he first came into contact with her, the development of things had clearly exceeded his expectations.

There were simply too many mysteries surrounding her, including the mysterious man from yesterday. A person of that level was clearly not someone they could come into contact with.