"Once Marquis Orlan finishes reading, escort Alicia out of here. Understood?"
"What?" Jisha looked at him in confusion. "Escort Alicia out? What's going to happen?"
Her eyes drifted to Orlan, who was reading the documents with a tense, focused expression.
Nolan didn't offer any further explanation. He simply shook his head with a calm, indifferent look.
"You'll understand soon enough," he replied shortly.
Jisha pouted in frustration but didn't argue. It wasn't fear that held her back—it was the seriousness in Nolan's expression. He wasn't joking.
She didn't know what was coming—but her instincts screamed that it wasn't good.
As the servants, soldiers, Alicia, Alex, Nolan, Jisha, and the others looked on, Orlan's expression slowly darkened, his features tightening with a cold, simmering fury.
His hand trembled as he gripped the documents, struggling to contain the storm of rage rising within him.
"How could this happen?" he muttered through clenched teeth.
