“What is your motive?” the Captain demanded, voice low and sharp. “To seduce him? To worm your way into the Lee family and steal secrets? Or perhaps you’re just a greedy little parasite hoping to feast on our wealth. Forget your delusions. Young Master is far above your reach.”
Easther didn’t even blink. Her lips curled faintly, not in amusement but in disdain. To her, his words were nothing more than the self-righteous barking of a watchdog.
“Are the Lee’s truly that wealthy?” she asked coldly, as if the idea itself were trivial. Her voice was quiet, yet every syllable cut like ice.
A ripple of unease spread through the soldiers. The Captain’s jaw clenched.
“You dare mock the Lee family?” he hissed.
Easther closed her eyes without answering, folding her arms as she leaned back agains
