Chapter 307
She'd defused her guard's temper without losing dignity and offered him her contact despite the slight. a calculated move to maintain grace while quietly testing his reactions.
'Perhaps she's not as insignificant as I thought,' he mused silently.
To her, they were just mercenaries—skilled, yes, but ultimately disposable. Yet, she had extended courtesy instead of contempt. That small choice told him more than any of her words.
"Thank you, young lady," Oliver said politely, inclining his head. "I'll connect with you soon. And… if I came across as rude, I apologize. My intent was never hostility. I hope we can make good business in the future."
She smiled again—small, wordless. A noble's silence that said everything: acceptance, restraint, and pride.
"Then, we won't bother you any longer. Please enjoy your meal."
