Chapter 30: And you think you can even compare to Miss Edith Lynch?

The moment those words left his mouth, the room erupted. Then, the banquet hall that had been buzzing just a heartbeat before went dead silent. Guests exchanged glances and, as if on cue, all turned toward the Lynch family's table. Diego Santee's gaze held a hint of mockery, a cold smile playing at his lips. The Lynch family had tried to pull a clever stunt: the ink was barely dry on the contract, yet on their own initiative, they'd invited a crowd to this banquet. They were trying to ride Vasea...