Bach's fat face turned a deep, purplish-red with rage. He took a step forward, his spittle nearly flying onto the hem of Caroline's dress. "Stupid sow! You crazy woman, still talking tough when you're at death's door! You threw your last bit of money into the sea just for the splash? You think a few profound-sounding stories will scare us off? Look at the mess at your feet!"
"Why are you wasting your breath on her!" an ally from another commerce association behind him roared at Duncan, the representative from the Royal Capital Bank. "Mr. Duncan, initiate the forced liquidation immediately! We don't want to wait another second!"
"Liquidate now! Follow the contract!"
Caroline, however, raised a hand. She looked at Bach with an almost pitying gaze before turning to the Royal Capital Bank representative beside her. "Uncle Duncan, do you know how I've fought my way through all these years?"
Duncan was taken aback.
