Before the words could be finished, they were stopped by the Duke's sharp gaze, leaving the rest unsaid.
"Sir, I... I recognize him, what's the matter? Is there something different about him?"
The Duke of Westminster leaned slightly forward and said in a perfect English accent, "Lift your head and look at me."
Daives was merely a servant of the Westminster family, not even considered a proper servant. His ancestors were just slaves sold by the Westminster family, so he never dared to look up at his master.
All along, he was assigned work only by the Duke's knights or stewards like Amber. And the Duke, with his noble status, would never allow even a single photo to be leaked.
"Yes..." Daives raised his head in trepidation, and a pair of bright blue eyes suddenly came into view. The deep-seated memory of being a servant made him instinctively lower his head, then he suddenly realized these eyes seemed familiar.
