Muir also wore a stern expression, "It's good that Director Davies knows."
Adrian looked at Muir, his voice cold yet unwavering, "Melody is my woman, and I am her man. Does the King not know about this relationship?"
Muir was furious, "Director Davies, you..."
The two little ones stood there, looking at each other.
Was it their imagination?
Why did they feel the atmosphere in this room was so eerie?
However, before they could say anything to lighten the mood, Muir's icy voice continued, "Director Davies, although you and Melody got involved by a twist of fate and had these lovely twins, you are not married to Melody. Moreover, Melody is Princess Butterfly of Whitehill, destined by the heavens, the next Crown Prince of our Whitehill. Therefore, you cannot be with her!"
Adrian's dark eyes stared directly at Muir, mocking as he spoke, "Ha, cannot? You seem to overestimate yourself and your Whitehill a bit too much, don't you?"
