At the Gu residence, Micah stormed away, leaving behind Emile. However, Emile remained seated, posture obedient and docile, like a lamb abandoned by its shepherd. His hands rested neatly on his lap, his eyes wide, reflecting the unease inside him.
The men watched as Micah walked out, exchanging glances. Then a smirk broke out once Micah was completely out of sight.
One man let out a low chuckle. Another leaned back, stretching lazily.
They didn't take Emile seriously. First, they had never heard of the family name Collins. Second, if he had truly been connected to a powerful house, they would never let him hang out with Micah Ramsy. Besides, those influential families liked to host a banquet, introducing their family members to high society, not like this, just tagging along in Micah Ramsy's shadow.
In their eyes, Emile was at best a nouveau-riche second generation. Fresh money. Harmless. Dealing with him would be easy.
