Only Fernando Leo, the old man Dan Ora, and herself remained in the hall.
"Speak," Lady Navarre lifted the porcelain cup, her expression turning cold: "What dissatisfaction do you have with me—both of you?"
"No one is dissatisfied, Madam," Mr. Leo stood solemnly: "It's just that some things are unclear. His Excellency Montane's interests in Vineta need representation, even if we serve as his agents, sooner or later other commerce houses will seek His Excellency.
And in the competition for this role, Navarre Commerce has an unshakable advantage. So we want to know why you insist on severing ties with His Excellency Montane? Why are you handing over what could easily be yours to others?"
"One 'Excellency' here, another 'Excellency' there, you're calling him with such familiarity," Lady Navarre sarcastically retorted.
She frowned deeply, speaking sternly: "Don't forget what he did, he brought disgrace to my family, turning the name Navarre into a laughingstock, isn't that enough?"
