Chapter 380

Carissa continued to count the money. When the banknotes fell short, gold bars were brought out to make up the difference.

It seemed Eleanor had substantial reserves—producing over two hundred thousand silver coins was not difficult for her.

Carissa had underestimated Eleanor.

Over the years, Eleanor had supported the household soldiers, maintained hundreds of servants, frequently hosted guests, and adorned herself in luxurious clothing and fine jewelry. Every piece of her attire was of the highest quality.

Yet, seeing Eleanor's pained expression as she handed over the money, Carissa knew this sum was hitting Eleanor where it hurt.

This time, they had completely ripped off the mask of civility between them.

At least, Carissa had recovered what was rightfully theirs and what had been deceitfully taken. There was no loss on her part. As for the rift, it was nothing new. There was no need to maintain the facade of hypocritical harmony.

With that, Carissa made her way out.

Elean