“Is the young lady really that confident?” Henry Walker looked Grace Clark up and down with a lecherous gaze, swallowed, and said, “But the young lady does have the right to be this confident. How about this? As long as the young lady has dinner with me, I’ll write off this gambling debt.”

“I won’t have dinner with you, and this gambling debt doesn’t count either.” Grace Clark’s expression was as cold as ice and as hard as iron, leaving Eric Bennett beside her dumbfounded.

Life is like a play; it all depends on acting.

That young master Emma Clark’s performance just now was a bit over the top—he’s still a ways off from winning an Oscar. But the young lady’s style of acting in front of him now, he really couldn’t tell where her confidence came from.

Henry Walker’s face darkened. “Aren’t you being a bit too arrogant, young lady? Since you made a bet, why won’t you honor it?”

“Because Mr. Clark forbids gambling among the clan to prevent people from being ruined by playthings, so this bet doesn’t count.” Grace Clark revealed her trump card. “You can spread this around if you want, but if you dare, I’ll make sure Mr. Clark finds out.”

Eric Bennett was slightly stunned when he heard this, realizing that the “司空” Grace Clark mentioned must be Cao Cao. Cao Cao became Chancellor just before the Battle of Red Cliffs, and the position of 司空 was one of the Three Excellencies. But really, 司空 and Chancellor were just titles—Cao Cao was playing the game by himself, and no one could outdo him.

Henry Walker’s expression changed slightly. He knew the young lady wasn’t bluffing. His eyes darted around. “If that’s the case, Brother Jiyuan will have to take dozens of strokes.”

“You’d better prepare some medicine for yourself as well, Young Master 夏侯. Don’t forget, in Ruxian Tower, there were dozens of eyes watching you set up the bet.” Grace Clark said with a faint smile.

Henry Walker was stunned, then after a moment, he sneered coldly, “Grace Clark, don’t get cocky. One day, I, Henry Walker, will make you bow your head before me.”

“Maybe that’ll be the day you’re six feet under.” Grace Clark shot back without backing down.

With a dramatic sweep of his sleeve, Henry Walker stormed off. As he passed by Eric Bennett, he glared and said, “You dog servant, I’ll remember you.”

Eric Bennett was left dumbfounded. He hadn’t even said a word, yet he’d managed to offend two second-generation officials.

What kind of world is this?

Seeing Henry Walker walk off into the distance, Grace Clark finally let out a soft sigh and said to Mr. Harris, “Mr. Harris, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but for now, let me keep the land deed.”

Mr. Harris nodded repeatedly. Grace Clark glanced at Eric Bennett and said coolly, “Let’s go.” When they reached the carriage, Grace Clark suddenly stopped, looked at Eric Bennett, and said, “I haven’t thanked you yet for saving Mr. Harris.”

“No need, no need.”

Eric Bennett hurriedly replied with humility. He’d always thought the young lady was as cold as ice, but now he felt he needed to reassess—this young lady was clearly a pit of fire.

She hadn’t even thanked him yet, and he’d already gotten himself in trouble with two second-generation officials. If she really thanked him, who knows when he’d be torn to pieces.

“Why did you close your eyes just now?” Grace Clark suddenly asked.

“What?”

Eric Bennett was momentarily confused, then realized what the young lady was asking. Seeing Grace Clark staring at him unblinkingly, Eric Bennett finally replied after a pause, “The wind and sand got in my eyes.”

The sky was clear for miles, the wind was calm, and neither of their clothes seemed to have moved at all.

Grace Clark gazed at Eric Bennett for a while before saying, “You saw it too, didn’t you? Emma Clark would never actually cut off his hand, right?”

Eric Bennett hadn’t expected this woman to be not only sharp-tongued but also so observant. After a moment of silence, he said, “I closed my eyes because I could tell that young master’s sword would never hit me.”

Grace Clark was taken aback, not expecting such an answer. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she suddenly smiled. “What if his sword had been aimed at me? Would you have closed your eyes then?”

Chapter 8: An Annoying Answer

Eric Bennett started to sweat a little.

He was good at archaeology, but he’d always lacked experience with women. To him, women had nothing to do with antiques—they were new things, constantly evolving by the minute.

Women not only liked to make things difficult for other women, but also for men. They always liked to pose strange questions for men. For example, in his era, there was the ultimate question: If a woman was having a difficult labor with twins, and the doctor said saving the mother would mean both children would die, saving the children would mean the girl would live but the boy might not, and saving the boy would mean the mother and daughter would both die. At this point, your mother is about to jump into the river and forces you to save the boy—what would you choose?

Many men chose to jump into the river themselves.

Eric Bennett had luckily avoided this question in his time, but it seemed he’d dodged one bullet only to be hit by another.

Daisy had been following the two of them. Since the young lady hadn’t gotten into the carriage, she naturally waited by the carriage as well. When she heard the young lady ask this question, Daisy’s jaw nearly dropped.

This wasn’t a topic for a young lady and a servant.

What was wrong with the usually aloof young lady today?

“I’m asking you a question.” Grace Clark saw Eric Bennett remain silent and couldn’t help but urge him. She knew there was something off about her question, but for some reason, she really wanted to hear his answer.

If it were an ordinary servant, the answer would of course be—to protect the young lady at all costs.

If it were a slightly scheming young master, the answer would definitely be—I’d rather die than let you suffer even the slightest harm. In my heart, you’re more important than the entire universe...