Several months had passed since the transfer of ownership.
Perhaps the people who worked here weren't paid properly.
How was it still maintained like this even though the manager left a long time ago?
In the end, it meant that they did a good job.
"Just a moment."
When Abel approached them and suddenly spoke, their surprised eyes lost focus.
These people probably knew who he was.
They couldn't even make eye contact and simply trembled in anxiety.
"Don't be nervous. I just want to talk for a moment."
"Ha, please give your order."
"Are you the people who worked at this villa? How long did you work here?"
The employees exchanged glances before hesitantly opening their mouths.
The length of their employment varied.
But they had something in common.
At least 15 years.
The youngest boy's answer was truly impressive.
Wasn't this the story of someone who had grown up here since birth and had always worked here, following the adults?
