The atmosphere in the banquet suite was eerie yet tranquil.
Jonathan quietly savored his Western meal, sipping his wine as if nothing mattered.
Prince's gaze turned increasingly icy, a chill creeping in.
He stared at Jonathan, a faintly sinister grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"You eat so casually, aren't you afraid... my brother's spirit will haunt you?" Prince's voice was calm yet cold.
The air seemed to instantly chill.
Jonathan sliced off a piece of steak, popped it into his mouth, and chewed leisurely before taking a sip of wine.
"You need strength after a meal to kill," his response was calm and simple.
Whoosh! The air froze for a moment!
What a domineering, arrogant reply!
"You need strength after a meal... to kill?!" Saying this in front of the Oscar family's Pr
