Knock, knock, knock…
"Lord Lucian, Lady Ria, are you awake?"
It was Chris, speaking from the other side of the door. His voice carried a hint of mockery:
"Sorry to interrupt while you're… busy, but your guests are waiting."
That bastard. He's doing this on purpose, isn't he?
Lucian replied curtly.
"If you don't want your salary cut, I suggest you keep those kinds of comments to yourself."
As if anything happened between me and that kid… Tsk.
"Ahem… my apologies, Your Majesty," Chris muttered, clearing his throat.
Even a dragon cares about his paycheck, huh…
"Good thing they didn't leave right away. I fell asleep before I could get their signatures on the contract," Lucian said, stretching.
Chris replied smoothly.
"Which is exactly why I led them to the reception hall."
Typical dragon behavior…
But is that really what being a dragon is about? Being considerate?
"So, you must've seen the invention. What do you think?" Lucian asked as he buttoned his jacket.
