"Jose!" Darton Thompson yelled angrily, "You promised to help me with all your might!"
Jose couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"Miss Darton, that's quite unpleasant to hear, as if I'm deliberately obstructing you," he said, looking at her coldly, "In fact, you've had more opportunities than many women to get close to my brother, and to ingratiate yourself with Her Majesty, my mother. But in the end, you've neither gained my brother's favor nor convinced my mother to firmly take your side."
"Haven't I been trying?" Darton Thompson was so angry she wanted to stomp her foot. "I've been working so hard to please Her Majesty, and just as hard to please your brother. Is he blind? How do I fall short compared to that Melody whatever, how am I not as good as her? Why would he fancy her? Why?"
Jose rolled his eyes.
Silly woman.
To tell the truth, when Darton Thompson first sought his help, he didn't hold much hope for her.
