While Alda was naive, Sylvie was a stark contrast as she refused to lose even in banter.

“What, you don’t want to keep the other leg too? I’ll help!” she snapped, threatening to advance on Scar.

That in turn triggered an instinctive fear in him, but it soon faded as he huffed, “I admit that you’re better than I think, but times have changed! Violence decides nothing-money is everything, and you’ll suffer if you mess with money! “Also, look at the people around me. Do you think they can’t kill you?!”

With those words, Scar and Fosco shared a smile they were acquainted, but not particularly close.

However, Scar called him over because he was basically a rich playboy who goofed off. And with the Stiltons’ riches, he would be rushing ahead of anyone else once he found out about such hidden riches.

Fosco was no fool himself either. Knowing that his family was not the richest and that there were enemies he should not make, he had done his homework before coming.

That was why he was smiling smugly, like he had already won.