CHAPTER 63
"Bale—?!"
"Yes… it is truly me," Bale replied, a cold, knowing smile spreading across his face as he watched Janet's composure crumble.
"What the hell are you doing here?! And how did you even manage to enter my home?" Janet demanded.
Her voice was thick with shock as she stared at the man standing casually in the center of her private meeting room.
"What? Did you honestly assume I wouldn't come find you after everything that transpired?" Bale's tone shifted, his voice rising in a surge of sudden anger.
"Why in the world didn't you inform me that such a monstrously powerful mage was going to accompany the others to rescue Max?!"
"Shush! Lower your voice, darn it!" Janet hissed, her eyes darting toward the door in a panic.
She looked behind her, terrified that a servant or a guard might burst into the room at any second.
