Her original plan was unraveling before her eyes. Each accusation she had carefully laid out was being stripped bare, dismissed with infuriating ease, and now she was left grasping at straws.
Desperation crept in where confidence once lived as she scrambled for something, anything she could still use to pin Ragnar down. If he refused an audit, that refusal alone could be twisted into proof of guilt. It would mean he had something to hide, and she would pounce upon it without hesitation.
"I am open to whatever further inspection you wish to conduct," Ragnar said evenly, his voice calm and unruffled. "I have nothing to hide from the court."
Laheir's lips curled, the expression on his face sharp and venomous. "You truly expect us to believe that you have had no connection with Westeria since the war?" he spat. "I have eyes at the border, Prince Ragnar. They inform me that you recently procured a painting from there."
