Butler Peng entered with precise elegance, walking beside Ling Li with quiet composure. He bowed slightly, his voice carrying respectful urgency.
“Madam Ling Li,” he said, “Coach Sam is requesting an audience with you.” Coach Sam is Lily’s dance coach.
Ling Li lifted an eyebrow slightly, but her demeanor remained calm and composed. “Oh, yes, let him in,” she responded, nodding. Then, as though remembering something, she added, “Also, check on Lily. If she’s out of the shower, let her come down.”
Butler Peng bowed once more before retreating with unspoken efficiency.
Moments later, Coach Sam entered, his posture upright yet cautious, his presence bringing an entirely different energy into the room. His usual confidence wavered slightly as he took in the scene before him.
His eyes darted across the room — Ling Li seated at the head, surrounded by figures he hadn’t expected. His instincts told him this wasn’t an ordinary gathering.