Adelyn met his gaze expressionlessly.
She could clearly read the malice in his eyes, yet she remained calm.
As long as he didn't make a move against her—
She wouldn't react.
Corrin then turned and looked back at Freya.
"Celebrate while it lasts, Freya," he said, a scornful curl lifting his lips, "because we both know —as long as I'm around, your celebration won't last long."
His gaze darted back toward Adelyn as his smirk deepened.
He didn't say anything further, but Freya could already tell what he was planning.
After giving them one last glance,
Corrin turned and left with a sharp huff ...
The door closed behind him.
Adelyn turned to glance at Freya.
Seeing her still staring at the door, she said,
"He met me at the entrance earlier."
Freya's head snapped toward her, her brows furrowing.
However, Adelyn shook her head lightly and explained,
"He believed the gossip about my audition. And I didn't correct him."
