Did she see herself in a prophecy, and was it some... unfavorable prediction?
Fisher's demeanor faintly paled, then he calmly nodded his head, stood up, and turned to walk towards the door.
"Well, I originally intended to fulfill the duties you hired me for, but since you are so resistant, to avoid any misunderstandings, I will leave now... I was meddling too much, sorry."
"Fisher..."
He pretended to be hurt by her words and was straightforwardly about to turn and leave, but Valentina behind him hesitated slightly, reaching out her hand gently towards Fisher, yet in the end, she didn't manage to say anything—just watched helplessly as he walked towards the door.
Fisher deliberately slowed his pace, but he still hadn't heard her call him back. Apparently, this young lady was even more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
