And now, I could see his expression clearly as his suspicious eyes stared at me.

His lips curled into a deadly smirk as he hissed.

“What do you want?”

My gaze stared at him, there was no use hiding my hatred for him.

I did not even try, because I wanted him to know clearly how much his face made me burn with rage.

“To hold a dinner party,” I started, and his brows tipped up in confusion at my words.

Probably wondering how that related to him and his capricious deal.

“On behalf of our union I mean, I want to hold a dinner party.

The world would be...