Just as Ernest finished speaking, a loud, grumbling voice came from inside the room.

"Ernest! Who are you calling an old man?"

The voice sounded robust, hardly like that of a sick person. Ernest put on an embarrassed smile. The man was, after all, his old superior. His rebukes were warranted.

As Felix passed Nala, he ignored her entirely. However, he had already picked up on something–the relationship between Lionel and Nala wasn't an ordinary one. Given the way Ernest spoke to her, they might even be family.

"If Ernest hadn't brought you, I wouldn't even let you set foot inside this door, Felix!" Nala's gaze was impassive, but her disdain was palpable.

She wasn't one to be swayed by emotions, but the incident with the Walsh family had infuriated her. Although the agreement with the Walsh family still stood, it grated on her that someone she had labeled as useless dared flaunt himself in her presence.

Had he come to curry favor with Shadowdragon Warlord using his past ties with