Annelise Valentine was displeased. 'This Kian Miller, isn't he done yet?'
She didn't look at Kian Miller, nor at Sean Conrad, who looked utterly doomed. Instead, she turned to the man who had been silent beside her all this time—Jett Westgate.
"You have a lot of rules here in Aethelgard, don't you?"
Jett Westgate had been leaning back leisurely in his chair. When Annelise Valentine spoke to him, he raised his eyes to meet her gaze.
Of course, he knew what Kian Miller was up to. In fact, he had tacitly approved of this entire situation.
Zane Patterson and Sean Conrad were as close as brothers. Putting pressure on Sean was the same as putting pressure on Zane.
Therefore, he couldn't possibly undermine Kian Miller right now.
"It's just a matter of hospitality. Let them handle what happens at the table themselves. Don't you worry about it."
