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Despite Yves King intentionally mispronouncing a few words, the group of people he was trying to communicate with could still understand him. Isbella, however, remained entirely unprovoked, as cold as an iceberg.
Sir Richard wanted to retort, but seeing that Isbella didn't react, he held his tongue. A smirk grew within him, 'You dumb kid, do you know who you're messing with?'
He didn't bother getting annoyed with Yves King. To him, this dirty guy, dressed in a security guard uniform as if he'd just come from a construction site, was practically dead already.
"Would you like to be friends? I've never met a foreign woman as beautiful as you. By the way, how good is my English? I've been working really hard, even as I work my day job, hoping to become rich someday." Yves King shamelessly continued his attempts at casual flirtation.
"Is it normal for you nobles to ignore people like this?"