"None. Of you. Are worthy."
Each word enunciated clearly, syllable by syllable.
For an instant, the entire conference room fell silent, stunned, the shock even overshadowing the anger.
"Cough cough—"
Deputy Llewellyn choked on his tea.
He glanced up, giving Nora Scott a meaningful look.
He'd heard Len Vaughn's evaluation of Nora Scott before: low-key yet arrogant, untouched unless you cross her, but if provoked, her revenge is thunderous. When she acts cocky, it doesn't matter if it's a superstar ancestor in front of her, she'll step on them without giving any face.
He thought he got some insights last night, but it turns out that was just the tip of the iceberg, she was only peeling back a bit to show today.
Biel Hall...
V5.
After putting down his teacup, Deputy Llewellyn patted his chest, making no statement, staying silent and awaiting the response. After all, this "you" included him too.
If she weren't the Hall Master, he might have overturned the table.
