I was confused why the oh-so-called students' loud voices had stopped as the man on the stage presented another person called the founder of Tahaci Academy. However, my confusion was disappointingly ruined when seconds of silence had just passed and after that, the gossip continued once more.
I expected more from the ton.
"Students..." my gaze went back to Lord Wesley who stood currently wielding the microphone.
Perhaps it was barely I that felt the thickening atmosphere that confines us— suffocating me from where I am settled currently. His gaze was only fixed on the four of us and I carry no clue what issue does he have on us for me to be familiarized by his cold stare. My eyes shifted from the founder to Vlad and saw him returning the gaze that the man on the stage was delivering
