"Yes, my lady!" Oliver walked forward from behind. Dressed his face with a devilish grin and drummed his fingers on his golden artificial hand.
"Who did that to you?"
"Why? Do you feel pity for me?"
"No, I will thank that person."
She shouted.
His grin turned to a twitching pout, "Easy, Lady!"
"What do you want?"
"You will give up on this case, the criminal is caught. You will declare the name and we all will be happy."
Her eyes rolled on the dim face of Maxima. Was she an idiot for following Livia?
"Then, you want me to send an innocent into a grave."
Oliver shrugged in her response.
"If you speak, my daughter and you will die."
Maxima alerted.
Elenore shook her head, it was a nightmare, wasn't it?
Gritting her jaw, she looked at Oliver, "what about the King's mistress and Captain Nemo!"
