The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 724 - 347 Hastings’s Secret_3

After speaking, Fiona raised her head and glared at Annie before pulling a bill from her pocket and handing it to her, "Take him to get treated. And finally, keep an eye on your man. He seems to think he’s very charming, but he has no idea that sleeping with other women besides you costs money."

Annie could only respond with a fierce glare as she supported her lover and left the pub.

Seeing this, Fiona disdainfully muttered, "Still too young!"

The onlooking patrons, deprived of their entertainment, had to settle for clinking their glasses and laughing with a toast, "Such a buzzkill."

Fiona glanced at the group of patrons, then turned and instructed her enforcers, "Stay here. I’m in a good mood today, order whatever you like, I’m going to discuss some business with my dear."

Fiona moved over to Arthur, slightly raised her hand, and with a tilt of her chin, signaled for him to follow.

Arthur laughed, "Where did you learn that? Quite high-class."

Fiona replied nonchalantly, "Of course, I specifically hired an etiquette teacher. As for you, you’ve been to so many parties, haven’t you learned a bit of gentlemanly decorum?"

"Gentlemanly decorum? Of course not," Arthur replied, "Ms. Yvonne, you know I was originally a pig farmer, and now I’m just in a different pen. However, seeing as you’ve learned so well, I’ll try my best to mimic you."

Arthur slightly bowed, taking Fiona’s hand and leading her into the upstairs private room.

No sooner had the two sat down than Fiona began to complain incessantly, "Damn it! You really are like a pig farmer, grabbing a lady’s hand with the same force as leading a pig."

While pouring tea, Arthur responded, "Boars don’t eat fine bran, just bear with it, madam."

"What?" Fiona tapped the table discontentedly, "That kind of attitude won’t please your creditor."

"So? How much does Annie’s boyfriend owe you after all?"

"Not much." Fiona held up a finger, "This much."

"A pound?"

Arthur frowned and pulled a bill from his pocket, placing it on the table, "This is outright robbery, even the bandits in London wouldn’t make as much from a heist."

"High risk, high reward, high-quality service certainly deserves a high price," Fiona stated, stretching lazily.

"If you want to make this kind of money, I could introduce you. Nowadays, there are many young fools dreaming about getting rich overnight by marrying wealthy widows. They play the long game; we play the short game. I don’t see much difference between us," Fiona continued. Then she lowered her head to scrutinize Arthur’s eyes, "By the way, have your injuries healed? You started looking into that Liverpool case, why didn’t you continue? If you have any troubles, I could lend a hand. Of course, my condition is that you can’t bite the hand that feeds you. If I pull it off, you can’t throw me into jail afterward."

"Thank you for your concern, madam, but you’d better stay out of the Liverpool case, just mind your own business," Arthur said, sipping his tea.

"Oh..." Fiona squinted her eyes, then suddenly widened them, "Alright, dear, since you say so, I trust you. If you don’t want me involved, then I won’t be."

Arthur drank his tea, "I hope you’re as well-behaved as you claim, but at the same time, I’m somewhat disappointed in your response because I thought you’d be a bit more rebellious."

With that, Arthur pulled a document from his bag and tossed it onto the table, slightly shaking his head in regret, "Seems like you might not be up for this job after all."

"What is this?"

"What you wanted."

"What I wanted?"

Just as Fiona was about to pick up the document, Arthur suddenly pressed down on her hand, "Be sure about this; if you accept what you want, then under the principle of a fair exchange, you must also provide something in return."

Fiona narrowed her eyes, smiling slyly, and responded carelessly, "Your compensation has always been right here; can you blame me if you don’t take it yourself? Whatever you want, get it yourself, just like I do."

Without giving Arthur a chance to speak, Fiona swiftly snatched the document from under his palm.

Just as she unfolded the document’s cover, her smile abruptly froze, and after a brief pause, she exclaimed in shock, "My God! Dear, how on earth did you get your hands on this!"