Liana glanced at Gloria, who was now fidgeting in place, her lips pursed into a small pout. She let out a soft exhale before pointing toward the row of Javier clones.
"That one in the middle, the one wearing glasses and holding a book. Young Master often summons that one to try to trick me when I force him to study. He'd send the clone to sit at his desk while the real him slipped away to do something else."
She shifted her finger toward the fourth clone, the one mid-hair-swipe with a smooth, charming grin.
"And that one, he uses to try to charm his way out of trouble. Whenever he caused mischief, he'd send that clone to sweet-talk me or distract the maids while the real him hid nearby using his invisibility skill, slipping away before anyone could catch him."
Gloria tilted her head, pointing toward the fifth clone, the one with both hands in his pockets, staring off into the distance with a brooding expression.
"What about that one?"
