United Mining slunk away.
Their contract with City Hall had only covered part of the East District to begin with, yet they had forcibly pushed into the Harbor District.
Even so, there was little anyone could do about United Mining. At worst, they could simply leave without losing a thing.
-That was how it would have gone.
"What did you say?!" All the color instantly drained from Lawrence's face, and even his voice went out of pitch.
"Young Master Elliot. Young Master Elliot of the Sterling Family. Don't tell me you don't know him." Dorothea glanced at him. "The entire Holy Communion distribution was sponsored by Young Master Elliot and carried out in his name."
"Your timing in coming to the Harbor District was quite a coincidence. Of all the times you could have come, you chose to cause trouble while Young Master Elliot was doing charity?"
"We have reason to suspect you were deliberately targeting the heir to the Sterling Family."
Lawrence's hands began to tremble.
"You should have said so sooner! If I'd known, things would never have gone this far..." His tone was bitter.
"Said so sooner?" Dorothea shot back mercilessly. "We wanted to, but did you give us a chance to speak?! Who opened fire right away?"
Her voice carried a cold delight:
"In fact, you should count yourself lucky. It was Young Master Elliot's sponsorship that saved your life."
"Everyone here knows what United Mining is like now. Do you think they'd believe your promises?"
The Wild Dog Gang members around them had vicious looks in their eyes.
"But now..."
"I'm sure Young Master Elliot can remind you what it means to honor a contract."
She had never liked these nobles, but now, savoring the sight of Lawrence's face twisted with fear and humiliation, she