Chapter 78 - Evan Hwan POV
I scoff, shaking my head. How pretentious can one man be? A six-piece suit—underground—in a fucking spider dungeon?
Who does that?
Daelan Crowe, apparently.
He stands out like a fucking sore thumb in the middle of our grime-covered battlefield, looking like he's ready for a midnight gala rather than crawling through webs and venom. Even now, as he walks beside Choi Jihun, he barely looks winded. Not a stain on his damn suit. His crimson hair is pulled into a messy ponytail that somehow still looks deliberate.
What does Emmaline even see in that guy?
I grit my teeth.
Just someone from the slums, right? Someone who would've rotted there—who should've rotted there—if not for her father's generosity. If not for the Morne name. The Morne wealth. The Morne legacy.
She made him.
And now he walks around like he built this world himself.
