Bab 116: Maid For Hire

In the bustling streets of Magrao's middle district, there was a spot that inevitably drew attention: the entourage accompanying Drake's group, specifically the array of burly personal guards. Eleanor and Lucille, just as mesmerized as the onlookers, gazed at Drake, who seemed unperturbed by the imposing men in suits surrounding their vehicle.

"Why aren't you two coming out?" Drake inquired, leaning casually against the car window, the sole figure standing proudly amidst the guards.

"Why are we surrounded by these intimidating people?" Eleanor asked, her curiosity tinged with a touch of apprehension.

"They aren't scary; they're here to protect us," Drake reassured them.

"But we're attracting so much attention. This district is always bustling," Lucille remarked, voicing her concern.

"Just ignore them. I prefer it this way," Drake insisted.

"Didn't you claim we weren't in trouble? Then why the need for protection?" Eleanor pressed, her confusion evident.