After that whole situation, things finally calmed down.
Benedict was finally allowed to stand up, though he was definitely on a tighter leash after he had the nerve to compare himself to me.
The good thing about being in a district full of workers, though, is that most people are way too busy to care that one of the owners of the most dominant company on the continent had just been slapped by someone far younger than him.
"Do you have any factories here? Or anything with top-tier military units?"
"Y-Yes, I do, my lady. We even have the freshest batch of the G-32 series you ordered for your father."
"Good. I'll be taking twenty percent of them."
"Of course, Lady D'Arclight. If you would please follow me."
Benedict started walking, and we fell in step behind him. Evelina let out a sigh, staring down at the hand she'd just used to slap him, her face twisted in disgust the entire time.
"Pathetic. Did someone like him seriously think he could compare himself to you?"
