The driver let out a dry chuckle, but said no words to refute it.
They had already arrived at their destination, after all.
The events that followed happened in quick succession: the killing of the engine, the waiting chauffeur stepping forward to swing open the doors, and the two noble ladies being ushered into the grand stone façade of the main building.
They were guided across a marble-floored hall into a spacious parlour, where a high-ranking representative of House D'Aramitz awaited them.
The man straightened as they entered, his posture polished yet slightly weary. He opened his mouth
"It's a pleasure to—"
But was quickly cut off by Sheila, who took on a hardened attitude as she addressed him solemnly.
"There's no time for pleasantries. This is a matter of grave importance. Your house has offended the Von Heims, and we're here to settle accounts. The presence of your family's leadership is required."
Then her voice dipped, turning cold.
