"Mrs. Caroline, we are just doing our routine duty, so please don't interfere."
A hint of dread flashed across the guard's face.
The flower shop under the Viscount Pompey Brewis's patronage was well-known to these Patrol Guards from the Outer City District. If it wasn't necessary, they certainly didn't want to offend Viscount Pompey.
Connie was unaware of the relationship between Mrs. Caroline and Viscount Pompey, so she didn't want to get Mrs. Caroline involved and simply shook her head in silence.
The two guards exchanged a look, knowing they couldn't drag this out any longer.
"Alright, break it up!"
One guard started to disperse the bystanders, while the other prepared to escort the three away with his sword at the ready.
At this moment, the coachman tied the horse to a lamppost and hurried over.
He sensed that something was amiss; Miss Connie seemed to be encountering trouble. He then remembered something Mr. Jack, his employer, had instructed him.
"Miss Connie."
