Little Eyes took a detour, guessing Qingtian had gone toward the backyard, but she ran right into Simon, the butler.
She knew this butler, with his strict insistence on elegance, was very difficult to deal with. Her own impetuous nature meant she was no stranger to his reprimands, so upon seeing Simon, she immediately let go of her skirts. However, she still walked so quickly that she seemed to kick up a breeze.
Of course, the butler absolutely could not find out that a cat had snatched the lord's valuable possession right under their noses. He would surely use it as an excuse to blow things out of proportion.
Only an acquaintance she was on good terms with, like Pitz or Pitchfork, would help her cover this up and get the item back before the Baron found out.
"Miss Little Eyes."
Just when Little Eyes was at her most anxious, Simon called her name.
"Yes?" Little Eyes had no choice but to stop.
