Moza’s breath hitched. When she looked up, her gaze met a pair of pitch-black eyes—cold, deep, and radiating absolute control.Rezon Limantara.His face was a mask of indifference, but one of his brows was slightly arched, reflecting a mixture of concern and irritation."Did you not see that the chair was already broken?" Rezon asked in his low, vibrating baritone.Moza quickly scrambled to her feet, her face flushing a deep crimson. Her heart was still thundering, not just from the near-fall, but from this sudden, overwhelming proximity."I knew it was damaged, but it was the only chair available, Young Master," Moza answered, trying to steady her breathing.Rezon stared at the shattered plastic chair for a moment before shifting his gaze to the unfinished curtain. Without a word, he stepped forward and easily climbed onto the wooden ledge near the window.Moza could only stand there, frozen, watching his efficient movements. Standing well over 180 centimeters, a task that was nearly
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