After my words fell, all the informants present froze.
I knew their purpose far too well.
They had originally come with the mentality of watching a spectacle.
They were waiting to see me lose control and cry, waiting to see me dodge in embarrassment.
They wanted to see me crushed by a failed mate bond, revealing a fragile and humiliating appearance.
But I would not let them get what they wanted.
I was going to completely reverse this deliberately planned public-opinion siege into a formal and serious official announcement.
My gaze swept across the crowd unintentionally and landed on the balcony on the second floor.
Two men were standing there.
Each of them was holding a glass of champagne, quietly looking down at everything below.
I recognized Lucas Bennett at a glance.
He had a
