Chapter 960 Folded Arms And Endless Swagger

• The cacophony collapsed into pin-drop silence. Stunned faces swung toward Finneas; hearts hammered so loudly that each listener swore he heard not his own pulse but the crowd's collective heartbeat.
• Moments earlier, his tone had flirted with courtesy; that last remark cracked like a whip—an outright reprimand, and reprimanding a four-category powerhouse was sheer madness.
• Anxious eyes slid to Selene. Her face was carved-jade calm, yet the polished floor beneath her feet fractured into a spiderweb of cracks, anger leaking downward instead of outward.