Seth Thorne's words were like a depth charge, instantly setting off a massive uproar.
A tide of murmurs swelled around them, instantly engulfing Damian Fairchild, who had been frozen in place, about to propose a toast to York.
"Oh, that Miss Quinn Special Assistant Thorne mentioned... that can't be Mr. Fairchild's first ex-wife, can it?"
"Who else could it be? Of all the women who've been with Mr. Fairchild, that Miss Quinn was the one he doted on the most, the one he truly loved."
"Really? If he loved her so much, why didn't Mr. Fairchild just make her Mrs. Fairchild? If you ask me, that love wasn't all that sincere."
"Listen to you. Since ancient times, it's always been hard for a king to choose between his kingdom and a beautiful woman."
"So, what you're saying is, a man only has the right to love a woman after he's secured his kingdom?"
