467.Chapter 467
But Eliza shook her head. “I’m sorry, Lord Dale, but I can’t give you something that belongs to the Padilla family.” Eliza shook her head.
Dale was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t get the painting he wanted, but he didn’t get angry. He gave a faint smile. “It’s alright. We owe you anyway.”
Whether it was the initial broken engagement or everything that followed, the Marquis’s estate had gone too far.
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Eliza didn’t respond to him directly. Instead, she said, “However, as a way to make up for it, I have some news for you.”
“News? What kind of news?” Dale was puzzled.
Eliza smiled faintly and whispered something that no one around could catch, no matter how hard they strained to listen.
Dale looked thoughtfully at Caleb, and perhaps at Sophie, who was covered in a veil beside him. “Should I call you Sophie, or Mrs. Nevill?” Finally, it was Eliza’s turn. She sat back in her seat, her gaze falling lightly on Sophie as she asked the question.
Underneath the veil, Sophie had no idea who was watching her or why. To her, it was all the same–a crowd of spectators and performers.
And now, it was Eliza’s turn to take the stage.
Sophie clenched her hands tightly. After a brief pause, she tore the veil off her head in one swift motion.
“Sophie, what are you doing? Put the veil back on, now.”
Caleb reached out, trying to grab the veil from her hands.
But Sophie shoved him aside, her gaze sharp as a blade as she locked eyes with Eliza.
She could tolerate provocations from others, but not from Eliza, never from Eliza.
Before Eliza could even say a word, Sophie, already provoked beyond reason, lifted her chin defiantly and sneered, “Eliza, go ahead and call me whatever you want. After all, you’re the Holy Lady now. What could a lowly concubine like me possibly do to oppose you?”
‘Let’s see how far this little wretch plans to take her act today. No matter what she does, I won’t bow to her, Sophie wondered.
Eliza saw through Sophie’s thoughts in an instant. She chuckled softly and said, her tone light yet authoritative, “Today, I’ve prepared two gifts for you. But before that, there’s a small matter I need to settle on someone’s behalf.”
Sophie, still not fully grasping the situation, let out a cold laugh. “Your Grace, you claim to be here to deliver a gift, but it doesn’t seem entirely so.”
Eliza simply smiled faintly. “When I entered Hasen City today, I received a letter. It says that Mrs. Nevill still owes Lord Dylan 3,500 dollars. Mrs. Nevill, when do you plan to repay it?”
The letter had been written by Benedict. As Eliza’s carriage had just rolled into Hasen City, Benedict’s personal servant, Manson, had already been waiting at the city gates. After stopping the carriage, he handed the letter to her.
Eliza hadn’t intended to collect debts for that person. She only reluctantly spoke up, considering the previous Basque Cheesecakes she had received.
After she spoke, Sophie’s initially provocative expression froze. ‘Damn it, I forgot about this,‘ she thought to herself. Unable to deny it, Sophie gritted her teeth and said, “It’s just a measly 3,500 dollars. I’ll give it to you.”
‘Damn Dylan, making such a fuss over such a small amount of money,‘ Sophie thought to herself.
Eliza shook her head. “I’m afraid that’s not the case. He doesn’t want your 3,500 dollars; he wants his 3,500 dollars. Nothing else will do.”
Sophie was almost furious. “Money is money. What’s the difference?”
‘Those dirty coins? I don’t care about them at all. I threw them into the gutter a long time ago, Sophie thought to herself.
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