Was this lady out of her mind?!
The man at the forefront tightened his fists, wheeling towards Peterson. “My apologies, we may have taken things a little too far today.”
“A little too far?” Hannah fixed her intense gaze on him.
The man gritted his teeth and admitted, “It’s our mistake today. We shouldn’t have caused any inconvenience for you here. Please forgive us.”
Yet, behind his facade, his thoughts were consumed with devising a plan for vengeance against Peterson later!
Following his words, the air in the garden fell silent for a heartbeat, his head bowed, exhibiting a demeanor of Peterson rose quietly, humility and timidity.
“I‘m okay…”
“May we leave now?”
Upon receiving Peterson’s nod, the lead man, unable to contain his impatience, led his entourage away.
“Hold on,” Hannah drawled.
The man seethed with anger, his forehead veins pulsating visibly.
“Anything else? Miss Moore?” he demanded, an undercurrent of irritation lacing his words.
“You’re truly a horrible person. Are you intending to leave your friend stranded here?”
The lead man stood in shock. He instructed someone to assist the man on the ground and exited the door with a crestfallen demeanor.
Peterson, bearing stains on his body, bowed his head and passed by Hannah. Halting, he expressed, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Hannah cast an indifferent glance at him. “I just like to see others have a bad day.”
“Thanks again. I’m taking my leave now.” Peterson gave a respectful bow.
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“Winston, please escort him to change his clothes.” Hannah then directed her gaze at him, advising, “If you appear in public in this condition, the attendees at the party may still make trouble for you.”
Standing in silence, Peterson refrained from uttering a word. Winston stepped forward, stating, “Mr. Wagner, come with me. I’ll guide you to change your clothes.”
As Hannah exited the small garden, she encountered a representative of Amelie, who addressed her, saying, “Miss Moore, Mrs. Compton is seeking you.”
“What’s the matter?”
“She wants to introduce you to some people of your age from well-known families in Caditown.”
Hannah shook her head, remarking, “No, thanks. I’m not interested in meeting them.”
The man’s expression froze. Swiftly crafting an excuse, he responded, “Tonight is a special banquet in your honor, Miss Moore. It would be good for you to meet some gentlemen and ladies from upper class families.”