Sitting alone in the secret room, Orianna looked lonely and lonely.
Oberses had left for half a day, but Orianna still hadn't recovered. He knew that his father had been under great pressure to revive the family.
But he didn't want his father to give up his bottom line and persistence completely because of this.
She could understand.
But she didn't want to accept it.
"It obviously has a better way. Why does he have to take a shortcut? Does the honor of the family have to be obtained by betrayal and theft? Can such honor really last?" Orianna asked herself word by word, but she was still confused.
After thinking for a while, she still couldn't figure it out. So she left the room and was about to find her master.
Her master was the mysterious masked woman. When she entered the hall, her master stood quietly in the center of the hall.
Her back was cold, with a trace of firmness and sharpness.
Affected by her temperament, Orianna's eyes became clear and firm.