The following day, Ella finally couldn't take the lingering silence between her and Adrian any longer.
Call her the cat whose curiosity got it killed but Ella finally dropped a text to Adrian.
In another city.
In one of the grandest ballrooms of the city, a man occupied a corner seat.
Like a king, he sat there, tall and quiet.
At a little distance, a row of people stood in queues like plebs awaiting for the King's attention to be showered upon them.
The more the crowd increased, the further the person standing behind the 'King' sweated.
Ji Yan kept a polite smile on his face as he dabbed his embroidered handkerchief on his face, only to realize that it was dripping at this point.
Adrian's brows had etched together, a strong sense of displeasure emanated off him.
"Second Master, how about I get you to eat something?"
Adrian did not move. Did not flinch. Did not bat an eyelid.
Ji Yan sweated even more.
