Confident that he would be able to blackmail Vaan into submission with the secret she had hidden all her life, the Montclair heir's smile turned into a smug, greasy smirk.
But the young lady was set on defying every single one of his expectations. Vaan came to the Grand Hall with one thing in mind.
To break free from the shackles of her past, and face the person who believed he had power over her.
"You're not my fiance," Vaan declared firmly. "Can you stop involving me in your delusions? How long must you embarrass yourself? Must I call the academy guards to have you kicked out?"
Her fearless voice was loud and clear, and her gaze was straight and true.
Victor's eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets. He'd anticipated Vaan's surrender, but not only had she not bowed down to his threat, she was not showing any signs of fear in her tone or expression.
