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.

then, darkness had swallowed the last traces of moonlight. Sebastian didn't bother going

was only after collapsing onto his narrow bed that he remembered

look at her. Even Sebastian, who prided himself on

he would still remember

princess, looking down at him with an air of untouchable grace. In that moment, his

her who

one who saved

that hotel on his own two feet. They'd have carried him

after the Carmichael family's banquet had ended, Citrine still hadn't

hearing the two hadn't shown up, felt a wave

Citrine started keeping an eye on the news

that the trending topics would last a few more days, and he'd delivered the story stayed

comments section filled with more and more people hurling insults at

thought. The harsher the words now, the

a post

two photos and a video. The first image showed a detailed record of every transaction between Citrine and the Iverson family since she was a child—including every

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