"Yes. What's the matter, Camilla?"
A soul-shaking, enchanting voice echoed from the other end.
Camilla smiled as she spoke. "What is my lady Violet doing?"
"Nothing… just taking a shower," the other party answered smoothly, her tone laced with amusement—enough to ignite the steaming imagination of anyone who heard it.
"Oh, so you're enjoying yourself," Camilla pouted like a child. "And here I was, doing the investigation you asked me to. All alone."
If anyone had witnessed her current behavior, they would have doubted whether they were seeing the real Golden Shield.
The Camilla they had seen earlier was strong, composed, and intimidating. But this one was completely different.
But those who knew Camilla well, were aware that this softer, playful side of her was reserved for one person only: Curse Monarch Violetta.
"Ohh…" The other party's tone held intrigue.
