Bessie's wedding banquet was halfway through when Stone Leclair received several calls from various parties in the Imperial City. His face darkened immediately. He hadn't expected a seemingly insignificant rebellious scion from the Cloud Family to have connections with foreign dignitaries.
Stone Leclair lifted his gaze and glanced at his son, who was wearing a faint smile and whose phoenix-shaped eyes gleamed intensely. A chill swept through his heart as he realized that every move he'd made today had been scrutinized by this son of his.
Years of painstaking effort clawing his way upward, inching closer to the core of power in the Imperial City, had all but paid off—until he was reported for misconduct. How could he swallow such humiliation?
