"It's nothing, actually she's my sworn sister, so now my sister is truly going to be my daughter, heh heh!"

Isatia still leaned back on the sofa, laughing.

However, at this moment, the door to the manager's office had already been opened.

This spacious office of about a hundred square meters had two doors at the front and back, with the floor made of hundred-year-old oak, inlaid into a Poson-style pattern. At the focal point on the right side, sat a mahogany desk about two meters in diameter, with a pure brass antique oil lamp on top. Besides the leather documents awaiting approval, the desk was already empty.

Beside the stained-glass floor lamp, sat three distinctly different women on the sofa.

At this moment, they all looked dazedly at the suddenly opened door.

Lanci and Talia were similarly stunned, gazing at the three people in the office after opening the door.

Aitio, as always, had her waist-length silver hair flowing down her side like a waterfall, with clear and gentle water-blue eyes.

Isatia had just stopped the action of laughing and slapping her leg.

Apart from her, beside Isatia was a woman who appeared quite extraordinary.

Even when not in a combat state, she maintained a serious and composed demeanor, with a restrained and reserved air. Her eyes held a hint of amusement and contemplation, but when relaxed on the sofa, her brows slightly relaxed, exuding some softness and composure.

Her upright sitting posture and tall figure all highlighted her good upbringing and self-discipline.

The moonlight slanted through the window onto her, reflecting her fair skin, deep features, and smooth black hair. Perhaps she was the most beautiful person here.

But upon seeing the suddenly intruding Lanci and Tata, her eyes gradually filled with the urge to escape.

At this moment, everyone present seemed to have a thousand thoughts running through their minds.

Yet time appeared to have frozen.

Lanci and Talia stared at the unfamiliar and mysterious black-haired woman, now afraid that outsiders might see their whole previous dating escapade.

"Yifa, what do you mean by saying I'm a sworn sister?"

But Talia was more concerned about another question.

What she accidentally overheard now didn't allow her to consider anything else.

"This..."

Isatia, while shifting her position on the sofa, tried to block Lanci's view of the black-haired noblewoman with her body, uncertain how to immediately explain to Talia that she was actually picked up by the Demon King as another orphan of the Nine Seals New King.

Initially, they should have been enemies by nature, but later, by accident, they became sisters, and she unwittingly became tamed, turning into a laid-back princess who gave up on revenge.

Isatia felt increasingly guilty.

But at this moment, she couldn't care about herself anymore; it was more important to protect the black-haired noblewoman behind her.

Aitio also tried to lower her presence to avoid drawing the attention of the few people, taking the opportunity to quickly find the remote control to turn off the still-playing footage.

Finally, Isatia gritted her teeth, prepared to grab the black-haired woman and escape through the other door where her sister and Lanci were absent.

Some things can be explained later!

Now they couldn't continue the conversation.

Just as Isatia's legs powered up, ready to run.

"Surprise! Aitio, Tata, I brought the Little Black Cat!"

Countess Rosalinda's cheerful voice echoed from outside the door.

She, holding the Little Black Cat, opened the back door to the manager's office and came bouncing in.

After following for a day, she's done pretending.

Just wanting to reunite with Aitio and Lan Qi Tatta after a long separation!

The next second.

Thud.

The cat fell to the ground.

Rosalinda stared dumbfoundedly at the two figures squeezed together on the sofa.

This black-haired, black-eyed woman who looked drastically different in appearance, seemingly shorter by a dozen centimeters, and much slimmer in build, had a familiar aura that Rosalinda wouldn't mistake.

Seeing the black-haired figure, she felt immense relief that the person was back.

But what she didn't expect was that Isatia, who had been missing for over a decade, also appeared.

Whenever she saw Isatia, Rosalinda only wanted to hold back tears and flee in haste.

To her, witnessing them kiss without creating any drag would be considered a success.

"No, you're welcome..."

She said tremblingly, as if her heart had been pierced, with tears relentlessly streaming down.

Rosalinda wiped tears with the back of her hand, turning her head to avoid letting others see her embarrassing state.

Aitio was already at a loss, looking back and forth helplessly.

Now she had to comfort Rosalinda, turn off the recorded footage, and also cover for Sister Isatia.

Ultimately, amidst this chaos, Isatia could only grab the black-haired noblewoman and escape through the window.

Leaving the people in the office to watch as the entire glass pane of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered with a crash.

And then, they completely disappeared.