Banquet Hall — Firebird Clan
Sylas leaned against a marble pillar near the tall arched windows, his expression dark with impatience and barely concealed disgust.
His assistant, Joel, came hurrying over, slightly out of breath.
"Young Master, why are you hiding here? Mindy Lane has been looking for you everywhere. She's on the verge of losing her temper."
"What does she want this time?" Sylas asked flatly, irritation obvious in his tone.
Joel hesitated before answering in a lowered voice.
"She wants you to help her arrange a meeting with His Highness Prince Vincent."
Sylas let out a cold laugh.
"She really overestimates herself. She even dares to set her sights on Prince Vincent?"
She must have lost her damn mind.
Before he could say more, Mindy arrived with several of her partners in tow. Spotting Sylas by the window, she frowned and bit her lip in frustration.
"Sylas, why are you hiding here instead of staying by my side? It's quite offensive."
