Victoria had just finished speaking when she saw Lewis Marshall's eyes darken.
A chill swept over her neck suddenly.
"You always seem to have quite the nerve," Lewis Marshall said in a voice that seemed to carry a knife.
Victoria was already frightened into silence and quickly shook her head.
How could she forget what kind of person Lewis Marshall was?
Those who align with me prosper; those against me perish, and many of those "sentenced to death" by him had never once gone against him.
Seeing the fear in Victoria's eyes, Lewis Marshall's expression softened.
He used a knife to lift a piece of golden, crispy cheesy baked snail meat and placed it onto Victoria's plate. "Here, miss," he offered.
Victoria quickly shook her head again, "Thank you, no."
One corner of Lewis Marshall's eyes twitched. "It's not poisoned."
"I..." I've already been frozen full by you is what Victoria dared not say now.
