"Who's this gentleman here? Is he your husband?"
The man rolled his mustache with a finger, squinting as if inspecting him like livestock.
"An alpha and an omega, huh? For married couples, we have designated suites too."
Cheon Areum's gaze went deadpan, scanning both men. He weighed his options with chilling calm. Which one do I kill first? The thought barely needed justification—the possibility of being mistaken for his husband alone was enough to merit this new awakener's death. And the man who had just spoken those cursed words? Definitely the second.
"This piece of trash is not my husband."
Cheon Areum's voice was icy as he turned to the new awakener to bid him farewell, but the man was quicker than him, immediately clapping his hands and announcing in a loud voice.
"We've got food for the fishes! Food for the fishes!"
