Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 586 The Unusual Gilbert

Blanche was taken aback, not understanding the meaning of Emrys‘ words. However, judging by his demeanor, he didn’t seem to be joking at all. Instead, he exuded a sense of confidence that seemed to come from deep within him.

Blanche trusted him.

At that moment, a figure approached from the distance. Upon seeing Halvard, who had fallen and was sitting on the ground, the figure paused and asked, “Mr. Wigen, what happened to you?”

“Mr. Cunningham,” Halvard greeted the figure.

He stood up, his demeanor noticeably more respectful.

The person who arrived was none other than Gilbert.

Only as he got closer did he notice that Halvard’s face was surprisingly red and swollen, with several bright red finger marks still visible. It was clear that Halvard had been slapped, and that immediately aroused Gilbert’s suspicion.

Who would dare to slap Halvard in this place?

Who has the audacity to slap him?

Gilbert scanned his surroundings and noticed that there were only students milling about. Emrys was the only grandmaster present.

However, as a Temperer grandmaster, it was unlikely that Emrys would have reduced Halvard, a bona fide Manifestor grandmaster, to such a state.

The doubts in Gilbert’s heart deepened.

Halvard recounted the recent events that Gilbert had no choice but to believe that Emrys was responsible for Halvard’s

Halvard had no strength to fight back throughout the

it turns out Emrys isn’t a

Emrys?

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Halvard,

Emrys to call him by his first name? Aren’t they supposed to be love rivals?

yet you all still managed to uncover

“Emrys.”

during Chancellor Diaz’s promotion banquet. I hope

eyebrow, saying, “Why would you say that, Mr. Cunningham? If I recall correctly, you were quite unwilling to accept defeat at that time. You even threatened to settle the score with

fleeting moments of foolishness. What I said was out of frustration. When I returned home, my father gave me a stern lecture. I reflected on it and realized that I was in the

actions and was ready to bury the hatchet

a great virtue. I see in you, Mr. Cunningham, a

“Let’s hope so!”

clear as he said, “Ms. Langford, you were right

didn’t know how to respond as a strange feeling swelled in

would casually call her by her first name. But just now, he surprisingly referred to her as Ms.

day suddenly transformed into a polite gentleman.

too unreal.