Twenty-five

“Do you like her?”

Keyller lifted his head and gloomily looked at Aoife. She was asking about the Countess. He was feeling bored and couldn’t help, but show his dissatisfaction.

“Who likes who?” he asked grumpily. He had a couple of drinks and it was getting into his head, so he didn’t hesitate to grumble with Aoife. His face flushed red with both annoyance and liquor.

Aoife chuckled and ignored him. She was in the mood tonight.

“I know you are interested in the Countess. You don’t need to worry because I have already set up a meeting between you two. In a moment, she will come here to see you. She is better than your trash of a woman. Behave yourself before I ask my men to slaughter her.”

Keyller bowed his head to contain his rage inside. Before tonight’s event, he asked Aoife to spare Freesha, and he would do anything that she wanted him to do. “I am keeping the end of the bargain, so you better do if you don’t want me to run berserk.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke.

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