Butler Phillips took a deep breath before entering the office of the Northern Duchess. When he finally did, he had to summon up no less courage before opening his mouth and saying the following:
— Your Grace... I did everything as you asked.
— OK.
Selina de Loon nodded without looking at him, with a detached expression on her face. However, even if the woman looked like her usual self right now, it couldn't escape the old butler's keen attention that this wasn't really the case.
— Your Grace, actually, I really don't understand why you told me to do this.
This thought had been gnawing at the butler from the very beginning, however, it was only now that he decided to ask this question. Phillips really could not understand his mistress's true intentions, and for what reason she decided to take such actions.
— You don't have to understand anything.
«.....»
However, instead of responding properly, Selina just waved her servant away.
— But… — The old man hesitated.
