Franzlie smiles weakly. Yet if her gaze can cut a person the man that grovels at her feet has been shredded in pieces. 

“You are too bold to be told how you mock me that day from  head to toe, you even try to frame me up. And look at yourself now, crawling up at my feet. Begging for mercy and forgiveness. I don’t know how and what kind of people are to stereotype a person that walks at the showroom.”

Franzlie folds her arms, her eyes squinted on him. She yanks and grabs and tightly grips his hair. Mr. Garcia whines in pain, twitching his lips in agony of pain. All her siblings drop their jaws in surprise at how she treats the man that humiliates her. They can’t believe how ruthless their sweet sister can be. 

“Franzlie!!!! That’s enough the man came here to deliver the car and not to be treated like that. Can’t you act more decent than being a savage behind that facade of your face.”

Achlys grabs her free hand yet he can’t grip it harder. He doesn't like her sister to be hurt. Franzlie wriggles her hand and lets it lose to Achlys grip. Sharps as  the blade stares at them however, Malik stays cool and takes a seat in the corner. Xanth steps back and he feels puking.  Malik lends a candy to him. 

“Take this and you can face somewhere else.  Looks like you haven’t seen this kind of scenario.  Your sister is a queel and conciliate person but don’t be mean to her she will get even in a way that you are to her.” 

Malik commented on Xanth that sits with him and looks away. The other man sighed.

“You know my sister right? Is this how she really is or is there something else behind this? I can’t believe that she can hurt someone when she’s too calm and always cool. I saw her at the showroom. It's you that being annoying Mr. Garcia and you even assaulted him and he lost his consciousness.”

Xanth being confused about his sister commenting to Malik. 

“Yes, your sister is calm and all but if I didn’t take that step in the showroom that would not be a good day doing shopping. The fact she's been stereotyped that day her patience is about to lose. She knows that you are around and Rhory too. She just ignored all of it yet one more move of that chap. The showroom will definitely be a mess.”

Malik looks back to where Franzlie is. He is concerned about her health other than being agitated and all. Albeit he can’t never oppose it. He knows her like a sister to him. He shakes his head nevertheless the man was wrong in the first place. 

“The man deserves it, I’m not siding with your sister but all she hates is being stereotyped and judged. I know why she had that dress that day. She left us looking for a restroom and the restroom is near the thrift shop. The lady at her age is trying to look for something cheap since her clothes are torn and tattered. In exchange for her dress she takes the dress that the lady is picking up for herself.”

Malik paused for a while brushing his hair and set his other hand in his pocket. He looks at Xanth with a weak smile and continues what he is saying. 

 “She even stuffed the pocket with a few bills for her. That’s why she’s wearing those clothes. Like I mentioned you guys before something happened that’s why she looks like a beggar that day. That's the whole story behind those clothes. And as you know Franz she’s the type of lassie that knows how to read a person with a glance in someone’s  face. With your new family member I can sense something towards your sister.”

His serious face puzzled Xanth for a while. Xanth can’t understand why Malik had to state it. 

“Is something going to happen to her or any of our family? This is not clear or is that a wild guess you are stating about. Yes, I’m bewildered at how her actions are being done however, stating that this thing is really a disaster for the family. I feel fear for my sister or my siblings or my father too.”

Mixed feelings that Xanth feels. He doesn’t even know how to picture his sister when the omen comes. He sighed without knowing Llyr is beside him ruffling his hair. 

“Silly, whatever happens and whatever it is, trust your dear sister and yourself. That’s how I look at our sister. Papa trains her better than us. Her own principle and dedication doesn’t even match us. She has been walking through wires ever since. Indeed our sister is spoiled but the discipline is there.”

A great admiration and praise comes from Llyr about his sister. They gaze back at her. The only thing they feel is pity for the guy, however, they know that it is his fault and there’s nothing they can do about it. 

“Now, you feel a literal pain but you don’t think twice how I would feel while you mock me at the showroom? Isn't it comical that you are begging for forgiveness now that you know that I'm not the one that you think of? Your compensation has been sent by now, this will be your last day of work. The sad part is no one will hire you in the East District. This is what you call you reap what you sow.”

Franzlie hissed every word towards Mr.Garcia. She doesn't hate him, albeit she wants him to reflect more about his attitude towards others. Malik tilts her head signaling Malik to come. Malik comes rushing and keeps still behind her.  

“Take your car and send that man out of the villa. I want to see her  when you come back to summon her. You know what to do.”

Then after that icey statement, Franzlie walks back to the house. Not a glimpse to anyone would she  have done. Inside the house her father awaits her and her fiance.