Orion looked at the car which had brought him to his apartment, zooming past in the streets and then disappearing in the busy traffic. With the recent conversation fresh in his mind with Venezia.
"What will happen now? Would they give up?"
Asked Orion as he was worried about the fragile ego of these wealthy and elite. He doesn't think they would give up if they seriously consider him as a suspect in their Princess's onslaught.
Venezia halting the car at his apartment said in a hectic voice,
"What? Of course not. Next will come, the chase and manhunt for you. Then you will realize how deep the reach of the Monroe family is. I just hope they won't light up a bounty for you.
On the other hand, I will be fine. They won't want to sour relations with Ouroboros just for this. You can say I have some sort of diplomatic immunity."
"What? This means I am doomed…."
Venezia chuckled,