"Five million gold coins," Rosalind said to the man sitting in front of her. She then looked at Mr. Pratt and towards Princess Isabel who was glaring at her. The man sitting next to Princess Isabel was someone that she only met once in her past life.
The Duke of Duance.
"That amount—"
"For every treatment," Rosalind continued, interrupting the Duke of Duance.
There was another silence.
"Are you aware of this Mr. Pratt?" the Duke asked.
"Miss Lin can demand as much as she likes, Your Grace. I am merely someone who is protecting her identity. I do not intend to control her or tell her what to do."
"Fifteen million in gold," the Duke snorted. "You must have been made aware that I can only withdraw five million every day from the merchant bank without arousing the suspicion of the Emperor."
