"If Lord Black doesn't want to make this deal, I'm afraid he won't recover the Silver he has lent out," Mrs. You blandly stated.
"You've got guts." The face of the man guarding the staircase darkened, "Nobody has ever dared to swindle Lord Black of his Silver."
"It's not about swindling. It's about not completing this deal. If it falls through, Lord Black will be left collecting Silver from a dead person," Mrs. You stated resolutely.
The guard was taken aback by her words. He probably never thought she'd be fearless of death.
"Let her come up. Take the rest to the backyard." A languid voice echoed from upstairs.
The guard immediately moved aside and gestured to Mrs. You to proceed.
Thus, Mrs. You was allowed to ascend, while the rest of her company were escorted to the backyard by the gaming house's staff. As she made her way upstairs, the patrons appeared shocked to see her ascend.