When Raze heard the explanation, he paused for a moment. "This isn't the same as the story; father wasn't paying any taxes in the story," he thought, then looked at the viscount.
"What exactly does the viscount do with taxes?" Raze asked, and the question instantly pissed off the viscount.
"You brat, what exactly are you trying to say?" Viscount Luke bellowed, gripping the armrest of his chair and leaning forward.
Raze face-palmed and dragged his hands down his face. "Oh brother." He dragged the words out, then looked at the count. "There is a saying: only the wicked run when no man pursues," he said.
His words shocked all three. The viscount frowned. "Are you trying to say—"
"Interpret it how you wish; that's none of my business," Raze said. He walked closer to the table, standing between the viscount and the legal advisor while facing his father.
