Appetizer Of Her Revenge

"That is what has been expected from you since the start. You should spend time with the young lord." he took a sip from the glass of wine, "my wife and Viscountess Feloniata would handle the rest of the work." it was not even a request anymore.

While the man was showing arrogance and telling her what is appreciated and what is not appreciated, Ana was looking around.

She noticed how the table was arranged in the corner. And how no one was paying attention. As if they had planned to isolate her for this conversation. A smirk formed on her lips and her eyes shone slyly.

Baron Neverie was taken aback by her creepy smile and his face hardened.

"By any chance, did you find my words funny?" he asked through gritted teeth when she finally looked at him and her grin grew wider.

"No! I realized how a man can spout so much nonsense without knowing his place. It reminded me of a mad dog I killed when I was a child."

"Pardon! Are you comparing me with a mad dog?" he asked with gritting teeth but she chuckled, her eyes turning darker.

"I do not want to insult my dog even if it was mad."

"........" baron was not a higher noble, yet it was the oldest vassal family of the duke Garrison, so he had always received respect. The brazen attitude of the woman shocked him and his face turned red with anger and embarrassment.

"You are crossing the line lady!" he warned her but she just laughed with amusement.

"Am i! I still have not told you that it is hard to concentrate on your words because your hair looks like poop and whenever you open your mouth, it is hard to breathe because of the foul smell. You should be grateful that I am still standing here." she waved her hands in front of her and made a disgusted face.

His hands clenched into a tight fist and he trembled a bit.

"That is enough!" he warned again but the woman kept making disgusted looks on her face.

"I thought you would be better. But you are worse than your wife. You have no etiquettes, no personality. You are just a mad dog who wags its tail in front of its master but tries to bite everyone else." she paused, leaned closer and then stared deep into his eyes, "but i am your master too. So wag your tail in front of me. Come on, say "woof" "woof" or I might let this matter go."

"You! Piece of trash! What do you think of yourself?"

"I am your owner. What are you thinking huh? You can slap me or hit me as you wish!" she warned when his body trembled.

As if consumed by the anger or provoked by her words, he raised his hands and slapped her hard.

The sound of the slap resonated in the whole hall and everyone turned to look at them with a gasp.

Baroness and the family of the count were most shocked. They could hear the argument but they have never thought that he will actually hit her in front of everyone.

"I.. I apologize, baron Neverie, but Rowan is my son now. I can not accept your request." tears spilled from her eyes and she took a step back as if she was afraid.

Her back leaned on her father who was already holding her shoulders and glaring at the man.

His brother, Vincent had already taken the sword out and placed it on the throat of baron Neverie.

"It must be a mistake. I am sure! The lady was provoking my husband." She tried to pull her husband away but Vincent only used more pressure.

"Ha! You should have made a better excuse." his eyes were filled with madness to kill.

"No! It is true, the lady was insulting him and cursing him. She was using foul words like shit head and foul smell. We are not habitual of those words." she tried to explain more but everyone only frowned while Vincent laughed mockingly.

"My daughter does not even know such words. She is the daughter of a marque, not a lower noble or commoner." George looked at them with disdain when she pressed that she was telling the truth.

"That is enough! I will teach you a lesson now." Vincent pressed the sword and blood started to flow from a small cut on his throat.

The man was so afraid that he was trembling.

"Your highness, your highness, please save me." he pleaded, with his eyes searching for Garrison. It shone when he finally saw Garrison walking towards them.

But Garrison's eyes were cold. He was looking at the scene as if it had nothing to do with him.

"What exactly happened here?" asked Meredith in a soft voice, Lucas standing on his other side and staring at them with cold eyes.

"He slapped my sister! How dare he! He must lose at least his hands as punishment." gritted Vincent and George nodded.

They both turned to look at Garrison at once. Ana's cheeks were red with a clear mark of handprint and everyone had heard the sound of a slap so it could not be dismissed.

"Very well, cut his hands but spare his life." The words came out slowly but without any emotions. Garrison did not even ask how Ana was but kept looking at Baron coldly.

Baron felt that his life had ended. A noble without hands. Who will respect him then? He shook his head hard.

"No! No my lord. She is the one who provoked me. She is at fault. It is all her act. Listen to me, my lord. I have done no such thing." but his pleading fell into deaf ears.

Vincent raised his sword and cut the hands of the man without waiting for the knights.

The baron was so shocked and afraid that he pissed then and there. Everyone scrunched up their noses and felt disgusted by his piss but no one felt bad for him for losing his hands.

"Clean this area, the party will resume."