109 Expecting Hound And Disappointment.

Backside, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Yes, Sir… Hound" she corrected herself quickly as she recalled his curt response to the name the last time.

He stood tall and proud as he asked. "Who came earlier?"

Her eyes narrowed. "You knew?"

He continued to wait for his answer, not responding to hers, his green eyes unnerving.

"It was the courier, he came to deliver the muckrake" she relented.

He nodded. "Who ordered for it?"

"He claimed it was sir Conan and he also brought the knight's copy" she replied.

He cleared his throat before wishing her. "Have a nice evening" and he was gone just like how he came.

"Thank you" she responded breathlessly.

Joyous appeared by her side.

Dorothy sighed. "Is he not so beautiful yet bleak?"

Joyous raised a brow. "Dorothy?"

"Yes? Joyous you see it too?" she said, her face flushed.