Settled Situations, Considered Offers

The courtyard was split in two.

On one side stood Scott, Emma, Gwen, Marcus, and Dark Elf, still reeling from the madness that had just unfolded.

On the other side was Bella Trevors, seated on a luxurious folding chair like a queen receiving emergency treatment from her personal bodyguards.

One carefully fixed her disheveled blonde hair while another dabbed at the tiny scratches on her flawless skin with a cotton ball.

Bella hissed at the slight sting and glared murderously at Emma and Gwen from across the courtyard.

Her teeth clenched.

"Tch… That freaky, masochistic bitch…"

She muttered under her breath.

"They think they can mess with me and get away with it? Heh… I'll get them next time. And it'll be way worse."

Morgan, who had been standing beside her, let out a long sigh, his hand adjusting his pristine bowtie. He glanced at her with that ever-present, mild disappointment only a seasoned butler could master.