Beatrice stood before the Maiden's textile industry with her uncle, watching the once-blooming company that ensured 60% of their profits were burnt to ashes.
Now that she knew she was a real Maiden, and she had the rights to the family's property and estates, she felt the loss deep in her bones.
Her gaze shifted to Thames, who was barking at the employees who left the company in the last shift.
The fact that no one was present in the company at the time of the incident was alarming in itself.
Whoever the person was wanted to destroy the company without harming innocents, which also meant they harboured deep resentment towards them, but we're good. That was all that Beatrice would speculate from what she saw so far.
"Uncle, will everything be alright?" Beatrice walked to Thames, who turned around with a murderous glare when he heard her voice.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Who told you to come to this place?" Thames asked.
Beatrice narrowed her brows.
