“And what do you think will happen if she steps onto the field with this guy next to her?”
“The world’s gonna explode, for sure.”
Her smirk widened as she shrugged, before casting another glance at Lia.
“So, what’s the deal? If John’s letting you waltz around here, does that mean King’s finally making his move?”
Lia smiled faintly and nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
“And what’s he planning? He’s not going to waste time competing in small tournaments like this just to build points, is he?”
“If you’re so curious, why not call him yourself, Rose? If he hears your voice, he’d probably be thrilled out of his mind,” Lia retorted, her tone teasing.
Madame Fon pulled a face immediately, her lips twisting. “Why bother wasting my time or energy on that? Whatever! That brat has John keeping an eye on him. I doubt he’d dare pull anything too reckless.”