Chapter 138: What the Hell Was That?

The crowd stirred as a young man in a white suit walked in, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose and a bouquet cradled in his arms. People rushed to greet him, smiles a little too eager, their flattery practically dripping. "Hoho, Young Master Salkield. What an honor." "A rich heir from the Salkield family in the provincial capital. Welcome to Zerton." "Knew you wouldn't miss Alicia's birthday banquet, Young Master Salkield." Jefferson Salkield wore a smug, spring-breeze smile. He played the...