In the middle of a luxurious dining room, everyone had a surprised expression on their faces; some even looked shocked.
Right now the only thought floating in the minds of everyone is, what the hell did this youngster say?
As calm as a mountain with a neutral face, Mr. Rowan gave this insignificant youngster a stern look.
Mr. Rowan: "Is there a problem, Lady Theodora? I believe everyone got what they wanted."
His tone of voice held disdain for the nameless youngster as he voiced his question to the lady, who was equally shocked yet maintaining her poker face as best as she could.
The only party who truly showed their feelings on their faces was the host party; the Lontons' displeasure could be clearly seen on their faces, especially the ancestor who felt as if he had been cursed to die when he had only just grasped life.
Theodora turned her head and gave Alan a look; she did not answer Mr. Rowan, but with a grace she only said one word towards Alan.
Theodora: "talk"
