Derek Evans looked terrified, his face pale and his voice trembling, "Mr. Evans, I'm sorry, I...shouldn't have disturbed your party, but this happened because of Xaviera, I..."
"Heh!"
Albert Sullivan sneered, casually holding the gun with his finger on the trigger, "Seems like only bullets can make Mr. Evans understand!"
"Mr. Sullivan, please calm down, what have I done to offend you? Tell me clearly."
Albert Sullivan tugged at the corner of his mouth, "You came to this party to meet the young lady of Fragrant House, right?"
"Do you know who the noble lady is?"
Derek shook his head in confusion.
Actually, he had never heard of such a person, but since Albert Sullivan had said so, they must have met the young lady.
Who was it?
They indeed came to meet the noble lady, but why did Albert Sullivan mention it now?
If it weren't for Xaviera, the scoundrel, none of this would have happened.
She wouldn't even sleep with Mr. Duke, as well be dead then!
