Third Person's POV
In the spacious and luxurious living room of the Davis estate, Lillian was sinking into a plush leather sofa.
She picked up a bone china teacup, took a sip of black tea, and bossed around a nearby maid. "Today's Madeleines are a bit too dry. Afternoon tea pastries cannot be made carelessly. Also, go trim the flowers on the terrace; they're an absolute eyesore."
The internet videos being completely scrubbed had put Lillian in an exceptionally good mood these past two days.
In her view, the Craig Corporation's PR department taking action represented Alpha Mortimer's true attitude—it was just a blind, lowly animal, and their Davis family was still the untouchable VIPs of the Blade pack.
Just as she was calculating which high-end restaurant to blow money at tonight, a h
