Leo Lennox and Hugo Summers saw the lump on Sean Conrad's head and couldn't help but shrink into the corner of the sofa, not daring to breathe too loudly.
At that moment, they didn't dare take their eyes off Annelise Valentine for a second.
The two young masters, both prominent figures in Aethelgard, were now as docile as lambs, with only one thought in their minds: 'Stay calm, don't move, and whatever you do, don't attract her attention!'
Annelise Valentine was drunk. The world was spinning, and she didn't hear a word of Sean Conrad's wailing. Her attention was completely captivated by the couple on the other sofa.
Her steps were unsteady as she staggered over to the sofa where Jett Westgate was sitting.
Jett Westgate's lips moved, as if he was about to say something. "Anne—"
SLAP—!
She raised her hand and swung it right across Jett Westgate's cold, stern face!
Stella Sterling looked at Annelise in panic, her voice trembling. "Jett..."
She had just uttered a single word.
