The adulation that came his way began to make Belka lose himself. Such feeling made him feel like he was losing his mind, intoxicating him like an addiction he was unable to break free from.
Seeing Selena remaining silent, he strutted around, arm around Aliya's waist like a victorious general.
However, he knew that his current glory was all thanks to Aliya.
Aliya was his last hope, he had to hold on to this card!
Belka's blinding golden hair radiated a faint lustre under the light. He curled his lips up in what he believed to be a charming smile, "Aliya, there's still some time before the banquet officially starts, are you hungry, or thirsty? Do you want me to have the servant prepare some pastries and beverages for you?"
Upon hearing those words, the woman in his arms glanced at him disdainfully.
"No need."
Though Aliya was close to Belka at the banquet,
She was only using Belka as a tool to suppress Selena.
She had no regard for Belka, and it wasn't really her fault.