In the Du Pont mansion, the atmosphere was solemn. Afternoon light streamed through the tall arched windows, casting golden rays on the Persian rugs and polished floors, but no one was paying attention to the beautiful surroundings. All eyes were fixed on Emile's phone.
Emile had just scrolled through his WeChat feed, casually sipping his fresh green juice, when he saw it. Micah's latest post. A photo of a homemade cake, slightly uneven but charming, topped with a few strawberries that looked like they might tilt over. The caption?
RogueOverlord: 19th birthday, first homemade birthday cake! 😤 Haha! I'm officially the first to get one in the fam. Try calling me unpopular now, losers! 😎😏
He barked out a laugh, reading it. The moment he turned the screen to show the others what Micah had posted, he hadn't expected this kind of reaction.
Jacklin snatched the phone from Emile's hand with such force that he yelped. "Hey!"
