Problem Of Having No Heir
Mira narrowed her eyes and said, "I hate to say this, but you were right…He seems to be on to you. You better be careful, for your aunt's sake. If anything slips up before him…it's over. I didn't expect Master to know that we were here already."
"You don't have to be so concerned about me. I know my way around people like him," Damien said with a half-smile, his mouth close to her ear.
Mira felt her ear tickle when his breath brushed against it, making her feel weird, "Don't flatter yourself. I am telling this for the sake of my Master."
"Sure. I didn't say otherwise," Damien softly chuckled.
Not long after, a young man with a constipated look entered the hall, his gait sluggish.
"Young Lord Lehron of the Nightshade Clan enters the hall!" The usher's announcement only made Lehron grit his teeth since he knew what he had to do by coming here.