Chapter 815
- It started as a rhythmic, mocking sound that grew in volume, echoing through the Atrium like a funeral march for the Moretti reputation.
- “Oh, bravo!” Juliette sneered, her face twisting as she joined the clapping with violent, sarcastic energy.
- “The Washington woman has a speech! She’s so smart, so calculated! Tell me, Persis, does that intelligence help when the lights go out, and the doors won't open?”