"Aliya, Aliya?"
A familiar, irritating voice echoed in her ear, abruptly interrupting Aliya's thoughts.
She looked back impatiently and, as expected, it was Belka who had been persistently following her.
Seeing Belka's face full of flattery and ingratiation, a flicker of disgust and resentment flashed in Aliya's eyes.
Belka was indeed the fourth in line to inherit the Leo Family's estate, a status far more exalted than many others.
And yet, he trailed behind her like a cloying lapdog.
What a disgrace!
Completely unaware of Aliya's thoughts, Belka's face was filled with indignation and a sense of victimization.
"Aliya, that guy is just a good-looking gigolo! He has no status, no rank, what does he have that's worth your attention?"
Aliya forcefully removed his arm from her hand, her tone icy cold, "Belka, watch your words. Being the honorable young master of the Leo Family, how can you speak so crassly?"
Belka was shocked at her cold response.