Mr. Quill’s face darkened as he watched Bryan sitting comfortably, surrounded by the most influential people in the hall.
It felt like a slap to his face—a nobody like Bryan, seated with the city’s elite. His jaw tightened as murmurs rippled through the crowd, mocking his failed seating arrangement.
Unable to bear the humiliation any longer, he motioned for Riley to follow him as he strode purposefully toward Bryan’s section.
Bryan remained composed, his posture relaxed despite the waves of tension radiating from Mr. Quill. The generals on either side of him exchanged brief glances but didn’t move.
When Mr. Quill reached Bryan, he forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Bryan, what a... scene, you must be so happy by now,” he began, his tone dripping with mockery. “I must admit, I never exp……
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