In the lounge, the indignant Seraphina and the leg-perched Ravenna found themselves in a standoff. However, given that this was Ansel's home, Miss wolf managed to suppress her urge to seize Ravenna and give her a good beating, anxiously awaiting Ansel's reaction.
"Ravenna."
Ansel's scepter gently tapped the floor, "I have some private dealings with you, but this does not mean that you can repeatedly provoke and insult Seraphina."
He stepped forward, his smile gentle, but a distinct chill surged in his sea-blue eyes:
"If you continue to disrespect her like this, you will certainly pay the price."
"..."
Ravenna's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Taking it this seriously..." Her gaze shifted to Seraphina, whose anger had significantly subsided, and the deliberate contempt and provocation in her face disappeared instantly.
That kind of deliberately irritating mood seemed to be just a non-existent hazy veil.
"Miss Marlowe."