"Is by any chance the person that killed Peter… was his name, Henry?" Jennifer's face was cloudy as she asked.
"Yes, that's that bastards name!"
The Dragonoir's didn't notice Jennifer's hand grabbing hard on to her cup. So much so that slight cracks and whiskers of air gathered above her increasingly cold coffee.
Peter's sister laughed, "And from what I've heard, he's literally a bastard as well. I don't get how he was able to amass so much wealth like that."
"Probably scheming just like his father, most likely killed the old man as well." The guy next to her laughed, "You can't trust rats that crawl out of sewers."
"Hm…" The Sister nodded and looked at Jennifer with a definitive resolution, "Sorry to sprung so much on you suddenly… we didn't think that Peter would go so quickly… like that."
