"Having a problem is still better than letting the merchant group be drained and dismantled, right?"
Lance didn't care at all. He knew the woman was referring to him leading his men to raid those people's homes and kidnap their families.
Listening to this, the woman felt the same. At this point, extraordinary measures were the only option.
However, she soon remembered another matter and asked with a furrowed brow, "Is my father really still alive?"
"Walter asked me to bring your family to Hamlet. You'll know when you see him there," he replied.
"And who are you? Why are you helping me?"
"Help you?" Lance couldn't help but laugh. This merchant group was his now; he had always helped himself.
But Lance didn't spell it out. Instead, he left her with a vague statement.
"You can ask Walter about that when the time comes."
His mysterious attitude deepened the woman's curiosity further—Why on earth hadn't her father returned?
"You can at least tell me your name, right?"
