"Crystal Landon's words make sense." Balthazar Howard patted Richard Shaw's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Do you know how many women in the Imperial City are fighting to marry you? If you embrace her, the Landon Family will surely send someone else to marry over. By then, the reputation of both families will be tarnished."
Richard Shaw's gaze deepened, his handsome face turned cold, and he looked indifferently and with a stern expression at the present elite heirs, saying coldly, "I don't want to hear any rumors about today's events outside."
The man exuded the iron-blood aura left from his military career, and now he no longer restrained it. Suddenly, it pressed down on everyone so harshly that they could barely lift their heads, feeling as if they were in an icy cave, with the skin all over feeling like it was being sliced by knives, causing them to nod repeatedly in fear.
