Tyr cast a faint glance over Morikawa.
Butler Morikawa, wearing gloves and a three-piece suit with a bow tie and a white rose in his breast pocket, wasn't very old, just over thirty, and looked…barely passable.
Morikawa slowly lowered his head, bowing very low, then stepped back and said respectfully, "Young Master, Miss Meow Meow, please come in."
Tyr held Meow's hand and led her inside. As soon as they entered the main hall, Meow swallowed hard.
She'd thought the exterior was already shocking enough, but she never expected…after seeing the luxury inside, her jaw practically hit the floor.
She stared up at the high dome, at that huge, exquisitely detailed mural covering the entire ceiling.
Meow just wanted to weakly ask one question…
Father Arno said Tyr was just an ordinary businessman, but, but living in a place like this, is he really just an ordinary businessman?
