On the boundary between the abandoned district and the western district of the city, stood a splendid manor.
Rushing from the distance, a carriage arrived and entered the manor, finally stopping in front of the manor villa.
The side door of the carriage opened, and a figure shrouded in a cloak stepped down.
He rejected the valet's service and strode vigorously into the hall.
And as soon as he entered the hall, he roared, his aged voice full of anger:
"Jordan! You little bastard! Get out here!"
The angry roar caused echoes in the hall, scaring the maids to tremble.
A moment later, accompanied by hurried footsteps, a tall and handsome figure descended the stairs.
If Charlotte were here, she would see that this man was none other than the young noble, Jordan de Gaston, who had been scared witless by Sebastian at the Duke's banquet and made a fool of himself in front of her.
Seeing the cloaked figure, Jordan's expression changed slightly, and he became somewhat nervous.