A threat from a woman he could easily overpower was as laughable as a barking dog, but the man still raised his hands and tried to calm Diane down.
“Oh dear, such a temper.”
The item had come from the duke’s estate. It was not something to compare with the cheap loot brought by petty thieves—so he had to hold it in.
“Please, calm down. Calm down. You’re scaring me so much I might wet myself.”
Feigning innocence, the man gently lowered the gun barrel pointed at him.
“If you understand, start sketching the design.”
It wasn’t the first time. Diane gave instructions with practiced ease.
Every time the Brooke barony needed a large sum of money in a hurry, they did it this way.
She’d receive a replica from the man and switch it with the real thing. The Great Hill estate already held four fakes in their collection.…
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