"A cheaper version?"
The same man who'd been interrupting since the meeting began raised his hand again. "Why would you even need a cheaper version?"
Lucius's brow twitched.
'Doesn't this guy take a hint?'
Everyone at the table turned to glare at the man, their collective annoyance was practically tangible.
If this were his guild, Lucius would have already opened a dimensional tear beneath the idiot's chair and sent him plummeting into the void.
Unfortunately, this was Vanessa's guild, not his, and even he had to admit… begrudgingly that the man out-ranked him.
Lucius was still officially a D-rank, while this loudmouth… Brenton, apparently from his name tag was a B-rank senior.
"Please forgive Brenton's constant interruptions," Vanessa said with a strained voice.
She didn't even look at the man; she just gestured elegantly toward Lucius. "Please continue."
Lucius straightened, brushing imaginary dust from his coat. "Right. As I was saying…"
