Chapter 8 Agreeing
- "Alright, I'll accept your offer. However, how can I spy on Aland? He doesn't even want to see me," Olivia said.
- "Tsk, really weak," Zayden mocked, lifting one leg up onto his knee. He rested his elbows on the chair's handle, and his fingers rested on his chin, stroking it gently.
- "You're making fun of me. Who is he to be cold to me?" Olivia complained.