Chapter 90 Unyielding Demand

• Rex massaged the back of his neck, clearly exhausted by the shrill voice that relentlessly echoed behind him as he strode down the hall.
• Rosaura’s aristocratic face was flushed a brilliant red with fury. “How could that wretched woman brazenly lie to all of us?! She has already thoroughly disgraced the family name, and now she is completely ruining your immaculate reputation as a Duke!”
• Rex let out a heavy sigh as he poured himself a measure of dark wine, casually swirling the crystal glass before taking a slow, deliberate sip. His dark gaze remained entirely calm, exactly as if not a single, furious word his mother spewed meant absolutely anything to him.