That girl could hardly believe Finn Taylor's words.
Her name was Josie Meyer; she was beautiful and had a nice voice. She had been surrounded by countless men since her childhood, and they had never once rejected any of her requests. Yet, this man was now telling her that he had no obligation to hold her bags!
"What are you saying? Are you not a man? You're stronger than me. Will you die helping me with my bag?"
Afraid that they would start a fight, Michelle Yeller walked up to her friend and picked up the latter's bag. "Forget it. I'll take it."
"Why should you take it? He's a man, so shouldn't it be his responsibility to hold things for us? In fact, it's his honor to help us."
Finn Taylor sneered when he heard that.
"Nonsense," he spat out. Ignoring that unreasonable young girl, he then turned toward Number Six Wolke Gardens. "Let's go."
