Chapter 225: - - 225-
Lake walked into the room, making sure to put some distance between himself and Matilda, because she really looked like she wanted to claw his eyes out.
"Some interesting news reached me," Matilda began, her red-painted lips twisted. "That a staff at the mansion had started to act out of line..."
Lake’s brows raised in realization - he could guess off the top of his head how said news reached Matilda.
He silently listened, having a gut feeling that he would be there for a while.
"And as one of Davian’s only surviving relatives, it’s imperative that I step in and do something about this."
Lake shifted his weight from foot to foot, he was yet to have lunch and it didn’t help that he had been standing before Matilda got here.
"Because I will sooner be buried than allow someone of your standing to worm your way into the prestigious House of Black..."
Lake wanted to tell her that there was very little prestige in being part of the Mafia, but doing that would be throwing stones in a glass house.
Arthur returned at this point, practically glowing as he meticulously poured Matilda her glass of wine.
The butler didn’t leave, instead, he stood in a corner, listening intently.
Lake could picture him dashing to the bar to get the drinks in time to be a witness to him getting a dressing down.