He stared at Evan Orwell for a few seconds, his eyes slightly flickering, yet his tone remained calm.
"Alright, I'll keep my word."
Evan Orwell bowed his head slightly and remained silent.
He fully understood Wyatt Yardley's meaning.
The opportunity has been given to you, but you chose not to take it, insisting on staying by Seraphina Caldwell's side.
If you dare to lay a finger on her, I won't mind killing you myself.
The room fell silent once more.
Seraphina Caldwell looked at the few people before her, her expression somewhat complicated.
They made their choices one after another, without hesitation.
Are they truly willing to follow?
Or will they wait until she lets her guard down and turn against her, like villains in those novels, to begin bullying her?
This question kept surfacing in her mind.
But regardless, she needed to find her father during the rainy season and must rely on them for now.
She softly asked, "Shall we depart now?"
