Chapter 73 Nothing Can Be Done To Save The Coffee Farm

• “I am worried that our allies won't speak up for us to Lord Cyphar," Old Lady Steele confided in Greg, her voice barely above a whisper. "Our relationship with him has been strained for some time now, and truthfully, he owes us nothing.”
• “You’re fretting too much, my dear old lady. We’ll find a way to handle this,” Greg replied, trying to sound confident though his folded arms and creased brow betrayed his concern.
• Seated on her prized, antique Chinese sofa in the sitting room, with her beloved corgi nestled in her arms, Old Lady Steele's gaze remained faraway.