Chapter 286

Arthur's expression darkened even more when he heard Holly's laughter.

Penelope, who was sitting near Arthur, wasn't privy to the full story. She saw the way Holly was intently staring at the glass bottle in Arthur's left hand.

Curious, she asked, "Is the bottle you're holding made of crystal, Uncle Arthur? Is it very valuable? I heard crystal bottles from the 4th century BC were unearthed a few years ago. They looked similar to the one you have in your hand."

Arthur hummed unhappily. Despite his emotionless façade, he was feeling angry deep down. He wasn't holding onto the glass bottle—he just couldn't get it off.

He was someone who cared a lot about his reputation, yet he had been completely humiliated by an inexperienced young woman. People had been asking about it no matter where he went.

Soon, Bryce opened the door and walked in.

Arthur looked at him and jutted his chin toward the empty seat beside him. "Come and sit here, Bryce."

Penelope was sitting beside that empty sea