Sir Newcastle's smile stiffened on his face.
Actually, he didn't care about his own dignity, nor did he believe Sir Skidgin would truly visit his house; after all, his business also involved shares from Baron Wickton.
But now he was caught between the Knight and the Baroness, and this made him feel the pressure on his head, like a mountain.
Should I...
let you fight?
I'll wait for you to determine the winner, then apologize to the victor?
Just as things were at a standoff, the carriage door suddenly opened again behind him.
Miss Marie Langbane inside the carriage was clearly impatient from waiting.
She lifted her intricate dress hem, stepped down from the carriage in her exquisite high heels, the cold wind ruffling her meticulously styled curls, but it couldn't disperse the anger on her face.
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, she was even braver than Princess Erin, the lace folding fan in her hand like a short sword, slammed hard on Skidgin's chest.
