Upon hearing this, William Foster's lips curled into a slight smile.
With a deliberately smug expression, he turned to Arthur Davis and asked, "Arthur, how do you think Young Madam is feeling right now?"
There seemed to be a hint of mischief in his voice.
Arthur had already heard about the incident; someone harassed Clara Bennett yesterday and got a lesson today.
He also heard that the Young Madam's tongue was so sharp that anyone who crossed her would surely end up unlucky.
So he replied, "The Young Madam should be very happy, right? Those troublemakers got what was coming to them, at least it's one less headache."
William Foster shook his head, looking even more smug, "You don't understand her; she's actually in a bad mood now."
He explained to Arthur Davis.
Arthur Davis looked at him in confusion, eyes filled with puzzlement, "I don't understand, how can that be?"
Clearly, he didn't completely understand the reason.
