Since he was already here, Dean Bruce decided to go with the flow.
He wasn't foolish enough to flip the table and leave at this point. Instead, he calmly took his seat, his gaze sweeping over the dishes laid out before him. The food was a feast for the senses, beautifully presented with enticing aromas that made Nicholas William, who hadn't eaten for some time, gulp involuntarily.
The wine, too, smelled rich and fragrant, its tantalizing scent even making Dean Bruce feel tempted.
As Dean Bruce and Nicholas William settled into their seats, Miranda Joy sat at the smaller table on the opposite side.
As time passed, more and more officials arrived, filling up the seats. There were hardly any empty spots left.
Yet, despite the large turnout, the hall still felt rather sparse, a clear indication that many officials had already fallen victim to whatever had been happening and had disappeared.
Ding!
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