The thing that ate away at me was of how I'd promised my first grandson's hand for his newly born daughter.
Of how I'd promised Noah's hand to none other than this crazy femme fatale of a girl—
Ignoring the poor boy's please at hand, I turned my glance to Philip's daggered stare.
He knew how I'd work and how I had the worst timings and methods to let the cat out of the bag.
I mean...I knew what I did could have been done in a more official and controlled environment, the only problem was that this is exactly what I wanted.
The way everyone's mind had started reeling towards the worst outcomes, the chaos, the cacophony of shouts mixing together in the surroundings—
I didn't say these words just to scare people.
I said them to prepare them.
I said them to prepare him...
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It took a few minutes before the auctioneer was able to compose herself and get back at me,
I could distinctly hear her heels stepping against the black surface as she made way towards me.
