Ella POV:
"Those are three charming guys going after you," Mr. Harris said with a mischievous look as he adjusted his cufflinks, glancing at me like he was piecing together a puzzle he found amusing.
I groaned internally but kept my face neutral, trying not to let his teasing get under my skin. "If you're talking about Jason, Max, and Dylan, don't even start. They're just... around."
"And if I'm not wrong," he continued, ignoring my protest, "the first one—the boldest one—is the King's Empire heir, isn't he?"
"Yeah," I replied absentmindedly, my thoughts still caught up in those damn Prescott idiots who had dared to try and throw me behind bars. "I can't believe they had the nerve to pull something like this."
"What did you do to the Prescotts?" Mr. Harris asked, his tone light but laced with curiosity.
