Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Carissa continued to count the money. When the banknotes fell short, gold bars were brought out to make up the difference.

It seemed Eleanor had substantial reserves-producing over two hundred thousand silver coins was not difficult for her.

Carissa had underestimated Eleanor:

Over the years, Eleanor had supported the household soldiers, maintained hundreds of servants, frequently hosted guests, and adorned herself in luxurious clothing and fine jewelry. Every piece of her attire was of the highest quality.

Yet, seeing Eleanor's pained expression as she handed over the money, Carissa knew this sum was hitting Eleanor where it hurt.

This time, they had completely ripped off the mask of civility between them.

At least, Carissa had recovered what was rightfully theirs and what had been deceitfully taken. There was no loss on her part. As for the rift, it was nothing new. There was no need to maintain the facade of hypocritical harmony.

With that, Carissa made her way out.

Eleanor and Jessica watched as Carissa walked away. There was none of the politeness from when she first arrived. Her straightened back radiated an air of arrogance and defiance.

"Carissal" Eleanor ground her teeth in frustration; but at this moment, she was powerless to do anything.

waste, all because of that vile woman! I won't let her

Tower are due to your negligence. How could

I took them back to fronridge

only have one residence to use. If nothing else, why not destroy them after every year's accounts are settled? After all, it's not a

said we couldn't destroy them. Among all our shops, only The Gilded Tower has paid its taxes in full. We kept the account books

gone. and having been

businesses have nothing to do with her of

hear her?

said with a hint of frustration, her heart acking at the sight of parting

Understood?"

"Got it."

deep resentment towards Carissa and was determined to find a way

they saw Rafael and Dylan waiting on horseback at the

and asked Carissa, "Is

weather was extremely chilly, and the biting wind was harsh. He didn't know how long he and Dylan had

of. Why are you here? You didn't need to come." Carissa hurried towards him, placing her hand on his to stop him from dismounting. His hands were as cold as ice, so she quickly urged, "Let's hurry back. We can