"How much did you lend her?" Catherine's eyes flickered rapidly.
"A thousand ducats."
Upon hearing the figure, Catherine, outraged, walked over to her sister and pinched her sharply on the lower back, "You're not even married, yet you've started keeping a lover? You reckless, bad woman!"
Eileen too was slightly shocked by the amount.
"Stop it!" Anna maintained the polite smile on her face, forcefully tapping her sister on the knee.
"If it weren't for Miss Navarre's funding, this business here today wouldn't exist..." Winters hesitated for a moment, but still used a concept familiar to the Venetians to describe what he was doing, "...this 'business,' so you're actually my original shareholders already."
At these words, Catherine became serious, her emotions gradually subdued, and she put on the mask of "Little Lady Navarre" once again.
