Emmelyn was all ears when the two burly men talked. She pretended to sip her wine, but her sole focus was on the two men and their words.
She knew they must be talking about her. It's almost twelve and they seemed to get ready to welcome someone.
Since she was told to come at noon, then these two thugs must think she would be here at twelve.
Ha. Did they really think she would just comply with their demand without at least try to do something? Before she left the carriage, she also told Roshan to get help if she didn't return within two hours.
"It's twelve," the first man with scarred face growled. "That wench is late."
"Do you think she wouldn't come?" asked his friend.
"Our lady said she would definitely come because it's about her brother."
"So, she is just late. Let's wait some more."
Emmelyn winced when she heard the two men talk about their lady. So, their boss was a lady? Who might that be?
