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43 A Confrontation

Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought that Garfield Evans' timing wasn't ideal.

When Prince Louis appeared in the living room, his expression was far more formidable than mine. He didn't mince words and asked, "Garfield, what brings you here today?"

Evans was still wearing the same coat and suit from last time, with his ruby wolf-headed cane placed beside him. In addition to that, he had on a pair of black leather gloves, making him look like a black crow perched on the couch.

I heard him cough a few times and stood up to bow slightly to Prince Louis, "It's a pleasure to see you, Your Highness."

"No more of these useless pleasantries. Just tell me the purpose of your visit," commanded Prince Louis, his brow furrowed. As he spoke, he held my hand and sat down on the couch opposite Garfield Evans.

If I were Garfield Evans, facing Prince Louis' hostile attitude would surely have made me too afraid to even raise my head.