"What's wrong? Is Duke of Wills feeling unwell? How about I send someone to take you back? I have a lot to deal with here, so let's not chat."
"No need, I'll go back on my own," Wells said through gritted teeth, glaring at the King one last time before turning and leaving quickly.
Watching Wells leave, the King let out a couple of cold laughs, then continued polishing the vase.
A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes walked in quickly after Wells left.
"Father, Wells is a vengeful person. If he gets through this, he'll definitely come after us."
"Do you have any good suggestions?" The King glanced at him briefly and then continued to look at the vase.
"Why don't we just go all the way, take this mess as an opportunity to..." The young man made a throat-slitting gesture.
The King chuckled.
