26. A furious devil

“Who… who are you?" I asked in fear as I grabbed the empty flower vase lying on the nearby table.

The man turned to face me and I was able to see his face. I think I've seen him somewhere. Nevertheless, I was still vigilant…. If he poses any threat, I will use my weapon on him.

Seeing the stern look on my face and the way I positioned my weapon, his pupils dilated in something I couldn't comprehend before he spoke up, “Calm down ma'am, I'm Victor… your husband's driver and a friend."

Hearing what he said, I was slightly convinced because his face looks familiar. I still didn't drop my weapon as my eyes were stuck on him. I want to be sure he's one of the men I saw with my husband when we travelled to London before I could relax and drop my weapon.

“Constance."

I heard my husband's voice. I turned to look at him.

“He's my driver, so drop your weapon," he added.

I bite my lips feeling a bit embarrassed. Well, I was only trying to be vigilant. I stare at the man.

“I'm sorry," I mumbl