Chapter 77

Atlas's POV

Upon my return to Xanthan last night, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of peculiarity. My mother felt like someone so unfamiliar. And that woman's spouse remained as reticent as ever. Fortunately, I had the pleasure of encountering Alex, a a friend with whom I could engage in trivial banter, despite his vexatious disposition. With utmost obedience, Mr. Harris executed my commands flawlessly and deftly conveyed instructions to his peers.

“Dude, I'm glad that I'm here. So many beautiful ladies.” Alex emerged from the washroom of the servant quarters and settled beside me, his gaze fixed upon the women who encircled us.

A gentle exhalation parted my lips. “You just can't not think about women for once.”

Alex cautiously motioned for the women to depart, with whom he had developed a rather intimate relationship. With his hands clasped tightly together, he began to speak at length. “You are very different from last night. What has gotten into you? You really left yo