Hannah glanced at him in the corner of her eye, seeing his ingratiating smile deepen on his dark face. She felt a sense of disinterest, "In this day and age, I didn't expect forced buying and selling could still happen, quite interesting indeed."
Benjamin Wilson didn't sense the coldness in Hannah's words, he, on the contrary, took pride in his approach, standing taller, "The traditions in our village have been in place for hundreds of years, everyone usually listens to my uncle. If he's not around, they listen to me. I do have some influence. If Miss Winter needs any help in the future, feel free to ask me."
The villagers on the side had started to make a move, but Vincent's reaction was too intense, nobody was able to get near him, leading to a standoff.
Goldie, nestled in Hannah's pocket, poked her furry head out, timidly meeting Vincent's cold and bloodthirsty gaze, mumbling, "So pitiful."
Upon meeting Vincent's gaze, a smile crept onto Hannah's face.
