Seeing that the servant couldn't stop her, Fuller, hiding in the dark, leapt out and grabbed Fiona Marshall.
"Let go of me! Christopher Hart, do you dare do things but not acknowledge them? Besides you, no one else would target me at this time! It must have been you!"
Fiona Marshall completely lost her dignity, her hysterical demeanor even worse than that of a shrew.
Christopher Hart put down his cutlery, his appetite gone, turned around, and raised one hand slightly.
"Let her in."
"Yes."
Fuller suddenly let go, causing Fiona Marshall to stumble forward, almost falling to her knees in front of Christopher Hart.
"Mrs. Garcia, as a lady of a prominent household, do you not fear losing face by causing such a scene in my private residence?"
Christopher Hart intentionally taunted her.
Does today's Mrs. Garcia still worry about losing face?