"Mr. Duke." Xaviera Evans raised an eyebrow and said, "You really are ridiculous. Since I dared to attack you, it means I have enough confidence. You rang the service bell several times, but nobody came to attend to you. Have you ever wondered why?"
Mr. Duke's eyes widened.
Xaviera sneered, "Fragrant House is known for its meticulous service. Why would they ignore you this time? Why did they turn a blind eye even though they knew I was going to attack you?"
She threw away the dinner knife and clapped her hands towards the outside. A group of people walked in, one of whom was the manager of Fragrant House.
The manager walked up to Xaviera and respectfully said, "Miss Evans."
Xaviera looked at Mr. Duke's astonished expression and leisurely said, "Fragrant House is my brother Albert's territory. Even if I killed you, nobody would interfere."
Mr. Duke's face was full of terror, his body trembling, and he fainted with his eyes rolling back.
