No one in the room dared to breathe.
Yvaine watched the spectacle with absolute calm. She knew, with quiet certainty, that she and Zachary were completely done.
After she finished the drink, Zachary gave Xylia an approving pat on the ass. Xylia sat back down, flushed and glowing. She shot Yvaine a look of smug, triumphant provocation.
"Zachary," Yvaine asked, her voice steady. "Are you having fun?"
Zachary raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Why? Do you want to join us?"
The others held their breath, practically turning blue.
Yvaine shook her head. "I don't play trashy games. If you enjoy them, that's your business, but I'm out. We clearly aren't on the same path. So, let's break up."
The group froze, staring at Yvaine in sheer disbelief.
Yet, deep down, they completely understood. Being publicly humiliated by Zachary like this was something no one could tolerate. Zachary might be the Crown Prince of Brenok, but Yvaine was a proud, dignified heiress in her own right.
"Fine," Zachary laughed. "Let's break up."
Yvaine nodded. "I'll inform my parents. You can tell yours."
The amusement instantly vanished from Zachary's face, replaced by a dark, glaring scowl.
Yvaine stood up and addressed the room. "Enjoy your meal. I'm going to head out."
She turned to Ryan. "Dinner is on me tonight. Consider it... a celebration of my newfound singlehood, and Mr. Lowell's new fling."
With a faint, polite smile, she turned and walked out. She didn't look at Zachary once.
Inside the private room, the crowd stared at Zachary's furious, storm-cloud expression, utterly terrified to speak.
"What are you all looking at?" Zachary snapped with a forced smile. "Eat."
He was smiling, but his eyes were pure ice.


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