"Haaa.."
"I can't belive he breakthrough at such crucial time..It seems quite deliberate."
On the stage, Duke Philips sighed and shook his head. His eyes stayed on the arena where Ethan stood bloodied and broken.
"It was a good match. Alas, he was unlucky."
Duchess Emma also shook her head. Her gaze lingered on Fenwick who looked wild and ready to crush everything in his way. "At least make sure Baron Fenwick does not cross the limit."
Duke Philips nodded. His expression stayed calm but his voice carried weight. "Do not worry. I have already ordered my men. The moment Fenwick tries to do something out of order, they will bind him."
Julia, sitting close, could not take her eyes off Ethan's figure.
His white hair was stained with blood, and his face looked pale yet strong. Her chest tightened as she whispered inside her mind.
'Such a beautiful face… It doesn't look good with injuries. Huh…'
Her brows pressed together, confusion spreading through her thoughts.
