Chapter 207: The Mounteclair Ball VIII

Meanwhile, back at the top of the castle, Prince, Duke, and many other dukes were surrounded by a parade of women, their laughter and playful chatter filling the air.

The assassins, tasked with guarding them, stood stoically outside the room, their faces hardened with focus. However, one among them, Wei Sheng, shook his head, clearly perturbed by the scene inside.

"He's managed to evade me yet again," Wei Sheng muttered to himself. His sharp eyes flickered toward the closed doors. "Even the other Thirteen cannot reach him."

Inside the lavish chamber, Prince sat back comfortably in an ornate chair, next to Duke, both with sly grins on their faces as two of France's most beautiful women approached. Each woman carried herself with confidence and allure, their eyes sparkling with a mixture of admiration and intent. They sat gracefully on the laps of the two men, their touches soft yet provocative.