The grand banquet hall fell into abrupt silence.
All eyes were fixed on the commotion atop the elevated platform, brimming with undisguised curiosity.
Gossip was human nature, especially when it involved the notoriously secretive and low-key Luther Family.
Sinclair stared at Jonathan with an expressionless face.
His icy gaze made Jonathan's body tense involuntarily.
"Driven into this by Sinclair?"
Camilla, who had been about to refuse Grandpa Luther, halted mid-motion.
Her beautiful eyes, sharp as frost, turned toward Jonathan.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I said," Jonathan retorted, his brows furrowed in irritation as he glared at Camilla, anger flashing in his eyes.
"Still don't get it?"
He couldn't muster even a shred of politeness for this woman.
"Oh, I get it," Camilla narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly.
"I just don't want to believe it."
