After a while.
Leaning against the couch, Cold Artistry finally regained her senses and weakly pleads, "Mister Arthur… You've misunderstood me…"
"Mr. Arthur... I think you might really be misunderstanding something..." Davies interjects, trying to mediate.
However, Arthur Lindsey doesn't bother to engage in further conversation with them.
He looks down at them, a stern expression adorning his face.
At this moment, a tall group of figures dressed in black enter in a line, instantly surrounding both Cold Artistry and Davies Langley.
The man at the front comes over and bows deeply to Arthur, "Master Arthur, our men have arrived."
"Good, take them away." Arthur commands with a wave of his hand.
"Yes, Master Arthur."
As the man lifts his head, Ella happens to be studying him with curiosity, but is suddenly taken aback -
He's pale-skinned, tall, and slender with a quiet air about him.
This is Harry North!
"Harry... brother?" Ella calls out, hesitantly but politely.
