Duke of Demons? If your entire back were tattooed with an image of me, I wouldn't dare open my eyes, fearing *you* couldn't handle it.
Richard never would have guessed that while he only wanted a share of the profits from this Great Loyalist, what this "Great Loyalist" wanted was his principal and his life!
After chatting for a few more sentences, one condescendingly amiable and the other offering "end-of-life care" without any scruples for his creditor, they naturally got on very well, even feeling as if they had met too late.
At that moment, Richard caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He apologized to Byron with a smile, saying, "Excuse me for a moment," and hurried away.
Byron watched him walk towards a noble young lady who had just arrived at the banquet hall, his gaze also fixing on the newcomer.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Is it her?!
