Chapter forty-three:

TALON’s POV “What do you mean by that Luna Rosette? There must be some kind of misunderstanding here.” Dalton let out an awkward laugh. “To be honest, I don't really understand what you're talking about.” Rosette shrugged, looking at him innocently. “What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about?” Dalton almost snapped, he was struggling to maintain composure. His eyes were already red from anger. “Did you just yell at me?” Rosette looked at him coldly. “Apologies for that. Maybe we should go somewhere and discuss well, where some outsiders wouldn't disturb us.” He put on a fake smile. “There's nothing to talk about. Like I said before, I really don't know what you're talking about. Your soldiers have overstayed their welcome. The chest of gold coins you offered for their stay, has been exhausted. Please kindly take your soldiers and leave.” Rosette smiled at him politely. I watched Dalton struggling to compose himself as he gritted his teeth tightly, veins were popping out of