᯽Capítulo 19⊰᯽

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽

· · • • • Several years later • • • · ·

"Look who just arrived, Miss Verena!" an elderly man exclaimed, raising a champagne glass.

"Miss? I thought you were already married," another man next to him said, as if it were a highly convincing compliment.

Their faces were flushed, and they were swaying, leaning on each other's shoulders. Their speech was occasionally slurred.

Did they really think they could accomplish anything in that state?

"I see I made you wait, my dear," firm hands grasped the pale shoulders, hands with dark skin and sharp black nails that were extremely familiar. A disguised smile appeared on the dragon's face, one that hinted that if given any kind of permission, a murder would occur at that very moment.

"It's nothing important," the platinum-haired woman replied, accompanied by a social smile, one that was clearly forced and rehearsed. "D