He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Additionally, Miss Padric made quite a contribution this time, but her letter was seriously lacking. Rewrite a new one for her, for the records."
"Yes."
The secretary received the order and left.
The office door closed again, cutting off all the light from the fireplace.
Karamos picked up the cup of now completely cold tea and took a sip, clicking his tongue at the bitter taste.
Instead of setting a fire in the backyard, he ended up heating up someone else's stove.
Now he could only pin his hopes on Miss Vivian's envy, jealousy, and hatred...
So annoying.
...
Karamos' calculations were not wrong; at this moment, Miss Vivian was indeed so envious, jealous, and upset that she was about to ascend to the heavens.
Bayele above!
Why does the fox spirit of the Padric family get to just lie around, while smart, brave, strong Vivian, who could pull a train with one hand, has to be hung on a bookshelf?!
Is there any justice in this?!
