Darno stayed leaning back against the wall while the noise in the training hall buzzed around him.
He had no intention of stepping forward.
Now that he knew the truth of the situation, volunteering himself would be suicide. If he got hurt or caused another scene, Nesa would chew his ears off for the next week, and maybe even push for his dismissal on the spot.
And yet…
As the chanting of his name grew louder from the others, as the weight of their expectant stares pressed on him, another thought flickered.
If I win… if I beat the so-called guard of the Billion Bloodline group, won't that prove how valuable I really am?
Darno's eyes narrowed slightly, the familiar cocky smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.
He still didn't know what his fate at the company would be. After the reception fiasco earlier, he had half-expected Nesa to have him marched out immediately. If he was already marked for the chopping block, maybe this was his one chance to change her mind.
And if not…
