"Everything going according to plan?" A young man with a handsome face crossed his arms, eyes fixed on the fighting yard.
He looked strikingly like Jet, though not quite the same. Maybe they were brothers.
"Don't worry. Everything's going exactly as planned, Clive." Haley smirked, his gaze locked on Jet in the fighting yard.
"Fine… I hope so." Clive nodded, as if a weight had just lifted off his chest. Then his narrowed eyes drifted toward his brother with a touch of pity.
To Clive, his brother was nothing but a disgrace to their family. A fool, thrown aside by everyone in the empire. The only reason he was still alive was to serve as a political pawn, keeping ties with other powerful families.
But there was one thing Clive couldn't control—his brother's love for Violet, a daughter of the Big Clan.
Jet had carried those feelings for a long time, though he always denied it in front of everyone—everyone except Clive.
