That afternoon, the atmosphere in the big house was calm. Elena was reviewing design reports in her study, while Nathan briefly discussed tomorrow’s schedule with Samon. Thalia sat on the chair near Elena’s desk, pretending to be busy typing on her laptop, though her eyes occasionally glanced at Nathan.

“Thalia, have you ordered the additional documents from the fabric vendor?” Elena asked without looking up.

“Yes, Madam. The vendor said they will deliver them this afternoon,” ...