They all left the office together. Wu and Cedric walked near the back of the group, continuing to giggle, whisper, and wheeze like a pair of mischievous schoolboys, while the Grandmaster marched rigidly at the front, leading the way.
Solomon and Elizabeth walked side-by-side in the middle of the formation. Elizabeth kept shooting nervous, sideways glances at him, while Solomon remained perfectly composed, keeping his silver eyes focused straight ahead.
[M00N: the tension between them right now...]
[GoonLord: Solo Man looks so serious.]
[Nick: Elizabeth wants to say something.]
Elizabeth finally broke the silence, her voice hesitant. "Are you... are you still angry at me?"
Solomon looked at her, genuinely confused. "Why would I be angry at you? I do not possess that fragile 'royal' temper that makes people get furious over incredibly small things." He deliberately emphasized the word 'royal', raising his fingers to make air quotes just to trigger her.
