In Arthur's view, two carriages drove side by side.
The coachmen were nowhere to be found.
In the drivers' seats were two ladies.
Madam Susan.
Ms. Camille.
Both ladies wielded whips, striving to get their carriages ahead of the other, while continuously murmuring under their breath—some to spur their horses, others cursing their rival.
It was probably something like—
You ****ing ****, I ****ing ****!
That barrage of beeping left Arthur speechless.
Especially from Arthur's perspective, when these two ladies looked at each other, there were actual sparks between their gazes.
The crackling kind.
As if...
they would explode at any moment.
A smile played on Arthur's lips.
The scene before him was nothing unexpected!
On the contrary, everything was part of Arthur's plan—
Old Charlie's beloveds treated him well because of Old Charlie.
But that did not mean that Old Charlie's beloveds were amicable toward each other.
This, Arthur had known for a long time.
