Chapter 7 - 6 - Madam Fleur
"Young Master. Please don't send me away. I'll definitely satisfy you."
It was only natural for a prostitute who received orders from a noble to not dare disobey. Once they got involved with nobles—especially high-ranking ones like the Razanov family—they could only resign themselves to their fate.
"If someone forced you, you don't need to worry. The person who ordered you to approach me won't be able to do anything to you from now on. You can relax."
"W-What do you mean, Young Master?"
"Don't play dumb. When I'm still speaking nicely, don't argue."
The woman tilted her head. However, it wasn't long before she furrowed her brows instead. Her eyebrows knitted together as if she was annoyed by something.
"Why is it like this?" the woman muttered softly.
If Lev were his past self, he wouldn't have been able to hear what the woman said—even now, he couldn't hear her muttering, but Lev could read her lips and understand what she was saying.
The woman's eyes, which had previously looked confused, now returned to normal. Not only that, but her eyes also narrowed slightly, as if she had found a resolution. Surprisingly, she opened her mouth and said, "Ah," as if she had realized something.
"I-I'll serve you well tonight, Young Master."
The woman approached and hugged Lev tightly.