Stella fiddled with her fingers as she looked at the pair of men locked in a staring contest. Her father and her "boy" friend hadn't blinked for what felt like an eternity, and her anxiety grew with each passing second.
The red-haired Half-Elf's visual completely beat the young man. His confidence overflowed, perfectly backed up by his height and good looks. In short, he was a winner in life.
A normal person would've been intimidated by him, but not Thirteen. He stood still with an expression as calm as a still lake, unbothered by the older man's pressure.
Not that far from the main scene were William's wives. Sidonie and the other ladies who had vowed to keep him in their bed apologized to Belle and Chiffon for letting their husband escape from the bedroom.
Frankly, it was inevitable. The Half-Elf's senses easily covered the entirety of the Ainsworth Empire. Even when distracted by many wives, he still sensed the presence of a stranger near his children.
