The recent public display of affection by Philip Salt towards Manuka Lan had thrown the White Clan into disarray.
The great White Clan Hall was bustling with discussion, elders pacing with furrowed brows, younger cousins whispering among themselves, and a steady stream of complaints flying through the air.
"We must cancel the marriage arrangement!"
"This is humiliation! Our future son-in-law is romancing another woman!"
"What a disgrace to the honor of the White Clan!"
"The Salt Clan is already falling behind. This is the time to cut ties before they drag us down further."
Lily White sat in a corner, calmly sipping from her jade teacup, her lips curling into a subtle, knowing smile. Unlike the rage that rippled through her clan, her mind swirled with curiosity and intrigue. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect Philip to actually succeed in charming Manuka Lan.
