~LAYLA~
The moment the double doors closed behind Isabelle and Julian, the air in the dining room instantly became breathable again.
The Duke sighed, picking up another piece of bacon. "Finally. I thought they'd never leave. Isabelle sucks the oxygen right out of a room, doesn't she?"
I blinked, surprised by his candour. "She is intense."
"She's a pain in the arse," the Duke corrected, chewing happily. "And Julian has the personality of a wet napkin. I have no idea how we produced him. I blame his father's side."
He wiped his mouth with a linen napkin and looked at me with a hint of mischief in his blue eyes.
"So, Granddaughter. You've seen the sharks. Now, do you want to see the tank?"
"The tank?" I asked.
"The estate," he waved a hand. "If you're going to inherit it, you should probably know where the bathrooms are."
He looked at Pennyworth. "Arthur, get the chair. We're going on a tour."
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