Vaughn looked at the departing back of Zenia, and he couldn't stop worrying. He feared that his little devil might do something outrageous if the people who were scheming against her touched her bottom line. Although she promised that she wouldn't do anything extreme, he couldn't trust her words. He already knew her like the back of his hand.
A man walked to the direction of Vaughn and Zenia's table. The man had an imposing aura.
"Greetings, Crown Prince. I am Marquis Vermont, and we met and talked for a brief moment during your Crown Prince title bestowment."
"Yes, I remember you, Marquis."
"If you don't mind Your Highness, I would like to invite you to my table. I have something important to tell you." Marquis Vermont flashed his pearly whites, which Vaughn found annoying.
Vaughn looked at the direction where the marquis had pointed and noticed that there were young women nearby.
