Ahern turned to Ula and asked, "Madam Sergio, is that sufficient?"
"Ha, how can a single slap across my face ease the anger in my heart? I must return the favor tenfold!" Ula sneered grimly. "We are still owed nine slaps!"
On hearing Ula's words, Ahern's face underwent a series of changes. He had merely been courteous to Sergio and Ula, their guests, and it wasn't that he was truly afraid of them. He hadn't expected this woman to disregard the extent of her actions so brazenly.
Ahern hardened his face, asking Sergio, "Mr. Elliott, it is wise to leave some leeway for future engagements. I have already taken a step back, so why do you insist on pushing further?"
Before Sergio could speak, Ula interrupted, "Ah, what do you mean by us pushing? Clearly, it was this woman who was too big for her boots and dared to hit me! And she disregarded who your people were, daring to strike a member of the Seymer Family! Today, if I do not get my revenge tenfold, where will I put my face?"
