"You..."
Jisha gasped, puffing out her cheeks in annoyance as she pointed an accusing finger at Nolan.
But not a single harsh word left her lips. After all, what Nolan said was true.
How he managed to do it wasn't her concern.
Even so, she couldn't help feeling irritated—deeply irritated—by his smug and arbitrary attitude.
Seeing her fall silent, unable to argue, Nolan let out a soft chuckle. For some reason, watching Jisha like this felt strangely satisfying.
Maybe it was because she was so arrogant and conceited that breaking her pride felt incredibly satisfying.
Shaking his head slightly, Nolan ignored her and rose to his feet.
"By the way, Marquis Orlan, there's something important I'd like to discuss with you in private," he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
He threw a glance at Jisha, and she immediately caught his meaning.
