"It's been a while, Margaret, come and talk with me." Charles returned to his easel and began to paint again.
Margaret's face showed a slight struggle before she finally approached.
"What happened to your face? Who did this?"
Margaret didn't answer, her cold expression attempting to steer the conversation back on track.
"Governor Charles, do you feel the human currency is not enough? As long as I recapture He Fang, all other conditions can be negotiated."
Charles shifted his gaze from the painting in front of him to observe Margaret standing beside him.
"Shh." Charles took the drawing off the easel and handed it over. It was a pencil sketch.
The background depicted the deck of a ship, where a young girl was handing food to a slave beside her—it was their first meeting.
The eyes of the stunningly beautiful girl were filled with innocence, pure as an angel.
"Actually, compared to now, I think you were prettier before, and not just your face."
