The soldier's voice trembled with worry as he blurted out, "Lord Weston… It's Lord Beecham's order to bring that bag of pastry from the town. Please don't open it without His Lordship's consent."
Wolfgang, entirely unfazed, was about to grab a piece of pastry from the bag when Julius swiftly seized it from him.
"Didn't you hear the soldier say this belongs to Maverick? Where are your damn ears, Wolfgang?" Julius snapped, his tone harsh.
The soldier's face drained of color as he listened to Julius chastise Wolfgang so bluntly. The tall man's imposing presence made the poor soldier even more nervous.
But Julius, with commanding authority, turned to the soldier and said, "You can leave now. I'll pass it on to Lord Beecham."
Without hesitation, the soldier bowed and scurried off, clearly relieved to have escaped the situation. Julius' commanding presence left no room for argument, and the soldier's submission was instant.
