Steven Hilferdings
Steven Hilferdings was sitting in a daze accompanied by the blonde woman he'd recently married—or rather, forced into marriage. His gaze was straight ahead, enjoying the view of the landscape where he had spent his time for a while. The evil line on his face showed a disappointed expression to hear the confession of one of his younger siblings who was now standing not far from him. He chuckled lightly, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Then just take the girl," said Steven after thinking through the decision. He stubbed his cigarette butt against the ashtray, before finally turning to look at his brother. "Keep an eye on her movements. If no one is watching him, then take her."
"But… too many people protect her, Steve."