At these words, everyone froze for a moment, turning their heads to see who it was that dared to interfere with the Ashworth family.
On the outskirts of the crowd, a group of six arrived together. The one who had spoken was a girl in her early twenties. She had arched, willow-like brows and long, trembling eyelashes. Her fair skin had a faint rosy blush, and her thin lips were as tender and delicate as rose petals. However, her pretty face was somewhat diminished by the haughty, unapproachable expression she wore.
"Isn't that Rosalyn Sterling?"
"Yeah, and Lance Sterling and Connor Sterling are with her."
"That's not all. Look, there's Kiera Winters and Vera Montague. Now we have a real show to watch."
Seeing the newcomers, the surrounding crowd began to whisper amongst themselves. Everyone in Aethelburg knew that if the Reginald-Ashworth-Sinclair Families were thick as thieves, then the Sterling, Montague, and Winters families all stood in the same camp.
