Sallie's POV
I could read Todd's intentions clearly. After letting the silence stretch deliberately, I pressed, "That blood spectacle? You orchestrated Denzel's public humiliation?"
Todd's eyebrow lifted, that familiar wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Devastatingly successful. Don't you think?"
I had to admit it silently. Public embarrassment was nothing new, but dousing a narcissist in blood on live television? Pure genius. Painting him as a "homewrecking seducer"? Few minds could devise something so twisted.
'But the performance was transparent,' I mused to myself. 'What real damage could it inflict?'
Todd read my doubt instantly. "We shared a childhood. The King groomed me as his disposable piece. I've mapped every fracture in his fragile ego.
"That 'untouchable aristocrat' facade? Complete performance. He sleeps in custom silk pajamas," Todd sneered. "He won't even use public bathrooms, as if basic human needs tainted his godlike status."
