Alex's words struck Aiden like a massive slap to the face. His face bleached with rage.
If glares could kill, he would have killed Alex at least ten times over with his eyes.
"Your gift is too generous, Young Master Alex." Countess Megan suddenly said as everyone was coming to terms with the wealth displayed before them.
'Your wife has already given me too much already.' She thought to herself.
"You plan to succeed your patriarch, right? With these Magic Armours, you can form your own Magic Armour battalion. There is no need to gift them to me. This is too much." Countess Megan said clearly, as if trying to put a clear gap between herself and Alex.
"You see that? Your flamboyant gift was rejected." Aiden said.
His eyes sparked with hope as it seemed Countess Megan might be looking to accept his own gifts despite being less valuable.
'If she does, then there is a chance.' He thought to himself.
However, Countess Megan's next words dashed that hope.
