"Mister Randall." A voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
He turned to the worker with eyebrows raised, "What is it?"
"This came for you." The worker handed him an envelope respectfully.
"Oh. Is that so?" He collected the letter and nodded at the worker, "thank you."
'So quickly.' He thought, staring at the letter in his hands.
The worker nodded and left. Randall entered his office and opened the sealed envelope. He took out the letter.
"It's from the princess." He muttered to himself. He read the letter and a smile unconsciously formed on his face.
It was finally time to deal with them. He had held a grudge against them for quite a long time.
But how the princess found out about the matter and asked him to investigate it was beyond him.
'The princess is not to be underestimated.'
That same day, news spread in the North that the famous art store sold inferior goods for a high price. The rumours spread quickly like a roaring wildfire.
