In a luxurious room, Adele spun a circular paperweight on her desk, her purple hair falling over her sharp, annoyed gaze. Her fingers tapped impatiently, and her lips curled in frustration.
"Mariana, should I contact the team?" she snapped, barely hiding her irritation.
"You should have patience, Young Miss. Patience is the key to success," Mariana said smoothly, nudging the monocle on her left eye with a smirk.
Adele gritted her teeth, her thoughts swirling. First, she had moved out of the main estate to gain her freedom. Then, she had reached out to one of the Elders.
Veydrin's power rested in the hands of five Elders—pillars of the entire family.
The Grand Commanders of the Blue Knights, the Black Knights, and the Red Lights. Then there was her uncle, Ramos Veydrin. And lastly, Grant Veydrin, the old monster responsible for testing and qualifying heirs.
