On the other side.
Inside a lavish mansion, decorated like a palace.
A pale-faced young man sat sullenly on a tiger-skin sofa.
Opposite him stood a middle-aged butler, and a blonde noblewoman knelt on the ground.
The atmosphere in the hall was oppressively gloomy, almost thick enough to cut.
After a long while, the pale-faced young man finally spoke.
"Is this the 'foolproof' plan you talked about?" the young man's face twisted as he spoke.
"Master, it's all my fault! Please punish me!" the middle-aged butler said with his head bowed.
"Humph! Do you think admitting guilt will recover those losses? It took me so much effort to get that from the forbidden area of the John family! I almost ended up trapped there by those damned white dogs from Country M!" the young man angrily said.
"Master, I was wrong!" the middle-aged butler weakly said.
