"Have you met that Master Sliver?"
With the door closed, Nora Scott didn't step inside but directly asked.
"I've met her. A woman dressed flamboyantly, nowhere close to you, Madam." Shaw said while moving the chair over.
Nora glanced at the chair, inquired, "Did Ryan Ford touch it?"
"This..."
Shaw pondered the question, not daring to rashly say "no," but presumably, it has been sat on.
Nora saw through it, furrowing her brows, "I won't sit; it's dirty."
"Fine. This place does not match your stature." Shaw agreed swiftly, not feeling he was bootlicking at all.
Nora raised an eyebrow, "Tell me about that master."
"Ah."
Shaw responded promptly.
He said, "Age-wise, she appears around thirty, but carries herself with pride, not likable. Supposedly came from Xiangel City... oh, surname Jing, named Daniela Esteves."
Nora's eyes darkened a bit, asking, "From Xiangel City, surname Jing?"
"Yes, exactly." Shaw nodded, "What, have you heard of her, Madam?"
