CH116 The Fury Way
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"You—!"
Veins bulged on Kurt's neck, his face twisted in rage.
His hand clenched the armrest of his seat so tightly that the wood creaked, nearly splintering under the pressure.
But Alex didn't even spare him a glance.
He ignored the still-standing and fuming Viscount Lars as well, focusing entirely on the five seated at the high table. He was waiting for their response—not from fools puffed up by borrowed courage.
A flicker of something passed through Countess Megan's eyes.
'He's definitely not the same boy from eight years ago,' she thought silently, eyes narrowing.
'What an interesting brat you've raised, Drake…' Count Gordon mused, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement.
Count Vincent's thoughts remained as unreadable as the shroud of gloom that seemed to constantly surround him.
