"Still cursing?"
"You've got to be kidding!"
When Veil wrapped his arm around Lyra's shoulder, the relatives who had been badmouthing her earlier all broke out in cold sweat.
Shit!
Who would've thought that besides that dumb bodyguard, Lyra also had a connection with someone like Veil?
You can deal with a flirt, but a flirt with brains? That's terrifying.
No wonder she's a university professor—she even managed to charm a top-tier heir like Veil.
Now what?
Lyra's aunt glanced around and found several younger family members and her own sister and brother-in-law looking her way. Their eyes met awkwardly, large and small eyes blinking at each other.
The entire hall went dead silent.
"Didn't you hear the question? Who was the one cursing just now? Are you all deaf?!"
Veil's face turned cold. He wasn't giving anyone any leeway. He stared them down, not hiding the threat in his voice.
