Chapter 1166 To Hawford

People who were troubled often found it hard to sleep at night. There was an old cottage covered in layers of creeping wines in Hawford, and sycamore trees cast eerie, swaying shadows that were both sinister and frightening outside of the cottage. It seemed that someone was speaking amid the rustling moonlit scene. "Sir, I don't understand why you're hesitating. If we can seize the Quinnells' fortune, surely we can take the Whitmans' as well." The person who spoke was still shrouded in a black cloak that concealed their face. "Lady Angelica is already on our side, and everything is prepared. The saintess is growing impatient. Why are you still hesitating?" The old man let out a cold scoff in response to the question. The sound of his coughing could be faintly heard through the white veil. "You people gave me the wrong horoscope and information. I miscalculated the Quinnells' fate thanks to that. Yet, you dare rush me now? How dare you?" The other person was wary of the old man.