Chapter 63 Jeremy's Evil Plans

• Jeremy wished the ground would open and swallow him whole as he made his way through the hall, balancing a tray of food with stiff hands. Each step felt heavier than the last, his pride crumbling beneath the weight of humiliation. Never in his life had he been reduced to such disgrace. To be turned into a mere servant at an event where he was usually revered—it was unthinkable.
• He could feel the weight of countless eyes on him, the hushed whispers and curious stares tracking his every move. He clenched his jaw, swallowing his rage. If he had the power, he would silence them all.
• Molitta.