Chapter 773 Explosive Name

• That name can't be a coincidence—it's tied to me somehow. A fine line drew between Annabeth's brows.
• Casper's eyes, dark as stormwater, flickered toward Annabeth in a glance so brief it might have been a shadow; yet within it lay a silent calculation.
• Elsewhere, in a secluded box on the same floor, a man lounged across a velvet couch. A silver mask covered half his face, but his arrogant jaw jutted high, declaring a reckless nobility.