"Mr. Lester Bank," the person in charge quickly interrupted, his face full of embarrassment. "Please stop."
But Lester didn't hear the other's warning and continued unrelentingly, "I already gave her face before, and now she has the audacity to come over here. She's got no one to blame but herself..."
Before he could finish those last few words, the person in charge interrupted him again, "Don't say I didn't warn you. If you keep talking like that, Mr. Willock won't have a chance to begin his apprenticeship."
"What are you talking about? Xaviera knows the painter of this work? That's really hilarious!"
As soon as his words fell, the person in charge looked disgusted. "This Miss here is the painter of this work, Mr. Lester Bank. Could you please shut up now?"
The room immediately fell silent, as if the air itself had solidified.
