NovelBookChapter 831: One hand tucked into his pocket, he moved with controlled ease, but every step felt like a hammer striking down -a force both precise and undeniable.
Those who knew Nate understood one thing with absolute certainty. He was furious.
His voice cagain, cutting through the silence like a whip. "Why are you not laughing anymore?" Not a soul dared to answer. Silence reigned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe very people who had moments ago spoken so freely now found themselves stiff with unease. As if by instinct, they turned their gazes toward Andromache, desperation flickering in their eyes.
Her expression remained composed, showing only the subtlest glint of cold calculation flickering in her gaze. Fools. Every single one of them. They had been so eager to mock and jeer, and now, in the face of Nate's fury, they looked to her for salvation.
Finally, after a stretch of silence that felt longer than it was, Andromache exhaled softly. With measured ease, she spoke at just the right moment. "Nate, everyone was merely joking around." The words were chosen carefully, meant to defuse the tension, to grant herself a way out.
No matter the situation, she could not afford to waver. If she showed even the slightest hesitation before Nate, how could she ever expect to maintain control over Lyhaton's elite? Nate's gaze snapped to her, cold and piercing. His voice, though deceptively soft, carried the weight of something far more dangerous. "Since when do they have the right to make jokes about my girlfriend?" Andromache's expression turned to stone at his words.
She had never imagined that Nate would humiliate her so openly.
Feel inspired by ga In o velsShe was his father's biological sister, after all.
Did blood ties mean nothing to him? Leah, too, was stunned by the shocking display.
She understood the relationship between Nate and Andromache.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet, despite their shared blood, Nate showed no hesitation in disgracing Andromache in front of everyone, his actions devoid of the slightest hint of familial consideration.
Andromache's face burned, shand fury twisting inside her, but she forced herself, "Nate, have you lost your mind? You are humiliating your aunt over a woman?" "Nate, have remain composed.
Her words were both a reprimand and an insinuation-suggesting that he had been blinded by love. Nate" met her gaze with chilling calm. "Since when did my affairs becyours to meddle in?" His stare was sharp, like an arrow loosed from a taut bow, striking straight at Andromache without hesitation.
Her heart clenched. A shiver ran down her spine as she instinctively gripped the railing, her fingers turning white with tension.
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