Chapter 468

The sight of the cocksure woman before them left James furrowing his brow. There was no escaping her! "Stalker," he growled impatiently. "Lapdog," Erin Gooding shot back right away. James was left speechless—he remembered that she had been raised here in Minerva, but she would actually know the Zidonian word for 'lapdog'? She was surprisingly fluent… Nonetheless, Erin seemed to have read James's mind and she said, "I may be raised here, but my mom and dad are Zidonian. Is it that weird that I know the language?" She was watching Isaac's face as she mentioned 'mom', but there was only impatience in his cold visage. Erin's lips twitched. "Hey, I'm your half-sister. Why the long face? Does someone owe you money? I know you don't want me around, and I don't mind not showing up… All you have to do is tell me where our mother is buried—" Isaac strode off before she could finish, and James stopped her when she tried to follow. "You're a lady. You can afford to act a little more rese