Pride Before the Storm
On the other side of Whitelist Restaurant, several black-clothed men remained seated in the shadows, their cups untouched.
They had followed Selena, Rias, and Akeno for some time—quietly, cautiously—never daring to approach. At first, they had merely been curious. Three such striking women wandering Ashford City together was enough to draw attention.
But when they saw Selena speaking to Harry Taylor—
Everything changed.
One burly man narrowed his eyes, fingers tightening around his wine cup until it creaked.
"Quick, report to Young Master. These three people are related to Harry Taylor."
His voice was low, controlled—but the meaning behind it was sharp.
A servant slipped out immediately.
Upstairs, Harry's heart was thundering like a war drum.
He paused at the base of the second-floor steps, inhaling slowly.
Calm down.
You're not the old Harry anymore.
You've cultivated. You've endured humiliation. You can handle this.
