Chapter 132

After a moment of hesitation, Auntie Kira picked up the phone and called Daimon. “Sir,” she said cautiously, “Miss Iris was drawing design manuscripts in the living room. They were probably blown under the chair by the wind. We were cleaning, and we didn’t notice. We thought they were just scraps and accidentally threw them away. I saw Miss Iris looking for them just now and only realized what happened. I asked someone to retrieve them immediately, but… I don’t know if Miss Iris will be angry. You told me not to interfere in her affairs, so I didn’t say anything to her. I thought I should report it to you instead.” Her voice was humble, laced with unease. She knew Daimon well—he could catch on to things faster than anyone. Daimon leaned back in his office chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. He wasn’t foolish. He could guess that this wasn’t a mere accident. But Auntie Kira had served the family loyally for years. She had cared for him when he was just a child, been more of a mother to