[NOUR]
The voice.
That particular voice.
It may have belonged to a different face at the moment, but those who knew it well knew enough to know that the owner of the voice was a menace who could change his face into what he wanted to be.
And right now, it wasn't hard to tell it was him, because Ulrike would always be Ulrike. And where food was, Ulrike was bound to be there.
It was almost impossible to tell that this man was one of the richest people in the Midlands and the most powerful leaders in the realm.
But did Ulrike care about that at the moment?
"Ignore him… ignore him and I'll let you officiate our next union," Nour said, silently begging, and Ferhat stared at him curiously.
Of course, he, too, knew Ulrike was a menace, and frankly, everything was about to go nuts now that the hound of the Midlands was here. But maybe it didn't have to start early if Ferhat just agreed to this.
