Chapter 51

Backstage at the banquet.

The hotel manager glared furiously at Sebastian Vesper. "You've really got some nerve, you know that? You'd even dare cross the prince of the city's elite?"

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me?"

Sebastian kept his head low, blood trickling steadily from his wounds, but he acted as if he didn't feel a thing. Bent at the waist, he apologized over and over. "I'm sorry, sir. I really am."

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I promise it won't happen again."

He hadn't made a sound when he was nearly beaten to death, but right now, he stood there-head bowed, swallowing his pride.

"Again? You think there'll be a next time?" The manager let out a cold laugh.

"Take your pay and get out." He transferred today's wages with a flick of his phone.

Knowing there was no point in pleading, Sebastian said nothing more.

He changed out of his uniform, limped out the hotel's back door, and disappeared into the night.

last traces of moonlight. Sebastian didn't bother going to the hospital.

collapsing onto his narrow bed that he remembered the girl from

at her. Even Sebastian, who prided himself

he would still remember that

him with an air of untouchable grace. In that

was her who

one

for her, he wouldn't have walked out of that hotel on his own two feet. They'd have carried him out on a

had ended, Citrine

hearing the two hadn't shown up,

the years; their absence was honestly a blessing. If they'd come, tonight's

home, Citrine started

would last a few more days, and he'd delivered the story stayed at the top

as the comments section filled with more and more people hurling insults at

harsher the words now,

night, Citrine scheduled a post she'd

detailed record of every transaction between Citrine and the Iverson family since she was a child—including every allowance, every bank transfer from Aline, and receipts

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