CHAPTER 39: FORTUITOUS ENCOUNTER

"Oh, sorry. Did I disturb your peace?" The man asked with an apologetic expression.

I stood up from the chair and bowed my head. "Good evening, sir. No, you're not a nuisance at all."

I don't know who exactly this man is, but from the way he looks, I'm pretty sure he's somehow affiliated with the Montreals. He could be their business partner.

"You can have this place, sir." I was planning to leave, but he caught me.

I quickly pulled my arms away from him.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just want to tell you that you don't need to leave. You were here first. If you're not comfortable, I can leave if you want."

I was surprised to hear it from him. This guy seems harmless despite the air of nobility around him.

"No worries, I was just shocked. I'm not used to people suddenly touching me."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, if you want. We can just share the place instead."

Why am I speaking as if this porch is just a random place and isn't owned by Garren's parents