As the weather was good, Francois reclined comfortably on the couch, bathed in the sunshine.

When she was about to pick up a grape and put it into her mouth with her slender fingers, Francois paused as if she had thought of something. Then she put the grape back and beckoned one of her maids over.

"What has the bitch Tanya been doing these days?" Francois asked lazily, raising her eyes slightly.

"Your Grace." The maid bowed to Francois ...