She buzzed around Serena, excitedly chattering about everything that had happened recently.
Serena listened to her with endless patience.
Meanwhile, across the room.
Watching Serena surrounded by admirers, Arthur Harrison's disdain deepened. "The higher they put her on a pedestal, the faster she'll forget her actual place."
Clarissa lowered her voice. "Dad, are you going to test her?"
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "If Reginald's recovery actually has something to do with her, I need to know."
"If it doesn't, and she's just letting the public credit her for the miracle..."
"Then she's a total fraud."
Not far away, Alaric Sinclair stood near the back of the crowd, slowly lowering his wine glass.
His dark gaze locked onto Serena, watching as she effortlessly absorbed all the light in the room.
He let out a cold chuckle.
The more the Lancasters elevated her tonight.
The more they dragged her into the glaring spotlight.
Which meant the Obsidian Sun would no longer tolerate her continued existence.
After the chaos she caused in Severia.
She still had the audacity to make such a high-profile debut?
She was practically begging for a death sentence.
Just then, as if sensing the hostility.
Serena lazily lifted her gaze, her eyes cutting through the crowded room and landing precisely where Alaric stood.
Across the sea of glittering lights.
Alaric's heart violently seized.
She merely glanced at him.
A brief, indifferent sweep of her eyes.
No visible emotion.
But Alaric's grip on his glass tightened.
For a fleeting second, he could have sworn...
She smiled at him.
A chilling, omniscient smile, as if she had already unraveled his entire conspiracy.
Nearby, Dominic Montgomery leaned against a pillar, swirling a glass of red wine with practiced elegance.


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