113: Got guts now?_3

After a long while, Amelia Clarke spoke softly, "The gentleman must have spent quite a bit of money back then?"

The butler replied, "I'm not sure exactly how much was spent, but I imagine that painting is probably more expensive than this house."

Amelia withdrew her gaze and smiled, "...take me to the drawing room, please."

After several twists and turns, the butler led her into the drawing room.

Sitting calmly in the middle of the sofa in the drawing room was a middle-aged man, as solid as a rock, showing not a hint of impatience or restlessness.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he stood up, turned his head to look over, and upon seeing Amelia, eagerly handed her the box he was holding.

"Mrs. Good afternoon, my name is Melody Fisher, with a single name of Melody. I'm here to deliver something for your perusal."

Upon seeing that middle-aged man surnamed Fisher, Amelia paused.