A sinister smirk displayed on Gregory's aging face as he spotted Madeline standing at the threshold of the Duke's mansion. His raging eyes showed a bit of satisfaction as he dusted his shirt, getting rid of whatever that filthy gatekeeper must have touched him with.
Coming from a totally different Town that only embraced people by the percentage of wealth they possessed, Gregory foolishly believed that with his power, he was capable of getting whatever he wanted, be it from a Duke's son or anyone for that matter.
Unlike Madeline who was starting to quiver at the mere sight of Gregory, Fredrick remained composed as he stood in front of Madeline. He didn't bat an eye despite noticing the silent rage that filled the strange man's presence.
