Natasha was stunned by the boy's courage.
Her eyes were left wide open in shock as Kieran walked out of the gallery, taking with him a weapon she took interest in.
Her lips twitched in annoyance.
"Are you going to watch him leave with the weapon?" Natasha asked, her blue eyes burning with anger as she turned to the butler.
"My lady, he got to the weapon first... Taking it from him would be—" the butler was still mid-sentence when he sensed her burning gaze latched onto him.
He swallowed back his words, answering with a calm and earnest voice.
"Very well, my lady. I'll go get the weapon from him," he replied, quickly following behind Kieran.
Natasha was left in the gallery hall... when a young man approached her.
It was the same boy that Kieran had ignored.
He was looking for the perfect opportunity to get back at Kieran. It seemed one had just presented itself.
