Both Damian and Gabriel sensed someone approaching; however, they remained oblivious, focusing on the drinks before them.
"Cousin," the person called out in a mocking tone. "What a… surprise."
"Cedric." Damian took a sip of his drink and raised his head to meet him. "Still trying to look taller with those heels?"
Cedric's face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. However, his noble training kicked in at the right time, and he managed to hide it behind a smile.
"Well, not everyone was blessed with height like the family head's mistress," he said cockily.
Damian's movement froze, and a vein throbbed at his temple.
Mistress... that was what they referred to his mother as. Even though she had once been the head's wife, Cedric knew it was the easiest way to get under his skin—that was exactly why he used the term.
Similarly to Cedric, Damian also had his fair share of training and ethics. He didn't allow the jab to trigger him.
