Miss Cali sat down on the comfy-looking chair, her legs crossed, and picked up the ink pen, then wrote something down on the goat parchment paper.
Ambrose sat on the wooden chair, the desk separating them from each other, and waited for her to finish writing.
He didn't mind her using 'his' chair, even though that was the spot where the dojo master should be sitting. He was simply curious about her reason for visiting him.
'I killed her man.' Ambrose caressed his sword's sheath. 'Is she here for revenge? Her voice is dangerous. If she opens her mouth, I have to instantly kill her.'
Miss Cali finished writing with a gentle stroke and pushed the parchment papers towards the purple-eyed man. She then leaned back, put the ink pen back in the drawer, and waited for him.
Ambrose accepted the parchment paper and looked at it. He was impressed by her writing, as it looked like an expert calligrapher had written the sentences.
