Chapter 9

Upon speaking, Jackson silenced the foyer in a matter of seconds.

Much of the crowd’s gossip was reduced to murmurs and those closer to us shifted uncomfortably. Among what was being spoken, I could vaguely pick up on a few words—my name, “mistress”, and “affair”, to name a few.

I believe my brother heard them too, though if he did, I wouldn’t have known given how silent he was.

With a cold expression and an even icier tone, he gave Margot and Flora each a glance. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I heard a complaint about my behavior? Someone would like to comment on me giving gifts, yes?" he said, assuming the regal Lycan inflection.

Immediately, beads of cold sweat broke out on Flora’s terrified face, which couldn’t have possibly portrayed the abject horror that she was experiencing. Her voice trembled as she fell to her knees, the sound of them hitting the polished tile underneath resounding throughout the foyer.