"Is that how you greet your–"
"Are you the one behind it?" Owen asked furiously, making Count Lottway frown.
"What are you talking about?"
"Are you the one behind the incident of the Grand Duchess?"
"What if I told you it was me? What would you do?" Count Lottway asked as he started walking towards the house.
Owen clenched his fist, "So you tried to harm her now?"
Count Lottway stopped walking and turned to him, "It's just an if. I didn't do it. You don't have to look at me with such hostility."
They glared at each other for a while, and then Count Fabian smirked, "Are you going against me now because of a mere woman? Never thought you'd stoop so low coveting someone's master, you mad dog."
"Says the man who tried to snatch the Late Grand Duchess but didn't succeed."
Count Fabian glared at him as he clenched his fist and walked towards Owen to punch him, but he dodged it and pinned his father to the ground.