A girl street beggar?
I only hope that it isn't what I think it is.
But it's too damn obvious for me to think anything else.
"It's just a beggar. They have many reasons to hate rich guys." Jacob said, "Who knows, maybe one day the beggar had begged for money from you father and he might have insulted her."
"That could be true." Raven supported his words.
"Yes, not like if we even knew that it was her, we don't have any leads to where she could be, right?" I said, "Let's go back, we're wasting time here."
...
I stood before the desk in the office room while waiting for a person to arrive.
The door to the room opened, revealing it was Anna. I didn't notice the visibly shy look on her face as I said, "We need to talk."
She nodded, coming a bit closer.
"Anna, do you trust me no matter what I might do?" I asked.
"Of course, master." She said with in a blink.
