The guards quickly stepped forward and approached her, lowering their voices, "Miss, the person has been brought to your study room."
Lillian Spencer tossed the horse whip to the guards and turned away from the training ground.
Inside the study room, a tall man was already seated on the sofa, leisurely sipping a cup of tea.
Lillian Spencer pushed the door open and entered, seeing the man sitting on the sofa, she smiled, "You don't seem to have any reservations."
"Of course, Miss Lillian Spencer has gone to great lengths to help me, haven't we already formed an alliance?" The brown-haired man, with distinctly chiseled and deep features, had blue eyes that made him look utterly foreign.
Lillian Spencer sat down in front of the desk, "Frank Mitchell, I'm not going to beat around the bush with you, the only reason I'm helping you is for one purpose."
