"How audacious! You have no right to speak here."
Old Master Hawthorne flew into a rage, snatched up a teacup, and hurled it at Faye Vaughn.
Faye Vaughn dodged it nimbly.
The teacup hit the floor, shattering into fragments.
She lifted her chin, her voice melodious yet crisp. "Old Master Hawthorne, since you were the one who summoned me, I am, by definition, your guest. Is this your idea of hospitality?"
She spoke with calm assertiveness, logically standing her ground.
She showed none of the timidity and fear that others usually displayed before Old Master Hawthorne.
Old Master Hawthorne couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
According to his men's reports over the past few years, this young woman who was with Wyatt for his money was supposed to be timid and weak, a girl who craved riches and was determined to be a gold digger from a young age.
'She's no good.'
He wouldn't have even deigned to meet her.
