"I think Fiona suits your temperament better."
"What temperament?" Sophie Sullivan's fists were already clenched, ready to fight him at any moment.
"The temperament of a country bumpkin phoenix."
Sophie Sullivan sneered, her knuckles cracking as she flexed them. "Old Mr. Standford, I've put up with you for long enough. Duel me!"
Seeing her genuine fury, George Stanford quickly raised his hands in surrender. "I give up, I give up..."
Sophie Sullivan harrumphed and returned to her seat, crossing her arms, her face impassive.
George Stanford felt uncomfortable under her gaze. "Fiona... no, Lily..."
Sophie Sullivan remained silent.
Just then, Sophie Sullivan's mobile phone rang. It was a parting gift from Lucifer, and the mobile phone contained his and Leo's contact numbers. This was so she could easily reach him; if she couldn't get in touch with him, she could contact Leo directly.
