"Miss Coldwell, the Marshal is still waiting to see you, let's go."
A military officer, standing beside them, quietly interrupted the confrontation between Hannah Ford and Lily.
The officer was tall and dressed in a crisp black military uniform, with the brim of his cap pulled low, his eyes hidden.
His tone didn't cater to please; rather, it was neither humble nor arrogant.
"I know, waiting a bit longer won't hurt," Hannah replied irritably.
Now as Miss Coldwell, she had such a distinguished status and certainly wanted to flaunt her power in front of Lily, this despicable woman.
She hadn't boasted enough yet; what was the hurry?
"Miss Coldwell, the Marshal doesn't like to wait," the officer stepped forward, reminding her again.
His tone was even firmer than before.
It seemed that he didn't care about Hannah's status at all.
"You..." Hannah almost swore.
She didn't expect that even a mere military officer would dare to talk back to her.
