"Burn, don't get me wrong, I'm really just interested in the mechanism of that iron box, nothing else," the woman in black said, smoothing things over, "If possible, I would like to meet with that friend of yours and see if he would sell the iron box to me, no matter the cost, I can agree."
"Sorry, I really can't divulge my friend's whereabouts, but I'll pass on your message," Burn said in a flat tone.
Noticing Burn's impatience, the woman in black didn't press further, politely adding, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Burn."
"If there's nothing else, I won't see you out," Burn stood up, tapping his folding fan against his palm.
Having been given her cue to leave, the woman in black knew she couldn't stay any longer.
Her face, hidden behind a mask, showed a hint of annoyance as she slowly stood up, "Sorry for coming unannounced today and causing a disturbance."
Burn nodded, secretly grumbling to himself, knowing she was a disturbance and yet not hurrying off.
