The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6007

Rania stepped so close he caught the faint scent of osmanthus in her hair. Her brows pinched. "Mr. Fay, your complexion seems off. Are you overworking yourself with all these manor duties?"

The remark hit uncomfortably true; despite the disguise, a dull drag still haunted Quentin's borrowed limbs.

Jared masked the sting with a slow exhale, noting how sharp her eye was. He folded his hands inside his sleeves and let a weary sigh escape.

"Thank you for your concern, Ms. Rania... The City Lord requires tighter security, and minor clerks keep piling scrolls on my desk. The strain shows, I fear... What are your instructions?"

Her gaze softened, curiosity tilted into excitement as some private notion stirred behind her eyes. She flicked her wrist, dismissing guards and maids to a polite distance.