Chapter 101: An Encounter With Lady Grey
"This worker dares to insult our lady, Sir Jarr! She refused to provide service, assuming we can’t afford to pay!" Rafe complained to Alex.
The knight’s hazel eyes bore into the boutique worker with an intense look. Sensing the weight of his gaze, she involuntarily took a few steps back, feeling a surge of intimidation wash over her.
Right before the boutique worker could say anything, the gentle ringing of the bell interrupted the tense silence as the door swung open.
A slender lady, accompanied by her personal maid, graced the boutique’s entrance with an air of elegance. Her flowing dress bespoke timeless extravagance, marking her as one of the noble ladies. As her presence exuded calmness, the boutique worker hastened towards her, seeking refuge and assistance.
"Lady Grey, thank goodness you’ve arrived! These individuals have been causing quite a disturbance. They have been intimidating me," the boutique worker anxiously reported to the noble lady, relief mingled with fear in her voice.
Meredith, taken aback by the unfolding scene, turned her head with surprise. Her discerning eyes scanned the room, catching the knight’s stern countenance, the healer’s crossed arms, and the petite lady’s bewildered expression.
"Could you enlighten me about what has occurred?" she asked, her voice composed yet filled with genuine curiosity. "And who might these individuals be?"
The boutique worker, standing before the noble lady, recounted the incident, her face reflecting a combination of fear and loathing. However, it became evident that her narrative was one-sided, highlighting exaggerated claims of intimidation and embellishing accusations.
Amid the boutique worker’s story, Rafe, unable to contain his disgust any longer, raised his voice in protest. "What utter nonsense! We came to this boutique as your customers, yet you dare to look down upon us! Your accusations are baseless!"
Meredith, the noble lady, had her warm brown eyes shifted towards the healer, her voice calm yet assertive.
"Sir, I implore you to please compose yourself. Let us address this matter with a level head."