Lord Harrison Turner's expression grew even more sour upon Madam Layla's invitation. He stared at her with intense fury and demanded, "Lady Layla, you're well aware of the reason we're here at your doorstep. Are you pretending not to know? What game are you playing?"
Madam Layla responded with a feigned innocence, a smile on her lips. "Lord Harrison, I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you're getting at. Why would I know the purpose of your sudden visit? It's rather perplexing."
Internally, Madam Layla couldn't help but scoff at Lord Harrison's attempt to manipulate the situation. She knew very well why he had come, and his intentions were quite clear. However, she maintained her façade of confusion.
"Do you think I'm a fool, Lady Layla? Your cleverness is not lost on me. Quit pretending and explain yourself immediately! My patience is wearing thin!" Lord Harrison's voice was tinged with anger, his magical power emanating and causing pressure to bear down on the onlookers.
