In a secluded private room of a luxury restaurant, meant only for the high-ranking nobles, sat Edmund Thorne with his trio of followers - Thaddaeus Slate, Zephyrine, and Ignatius Pyre. An aura of tension hung heavy in the room, as tense as the silence that filled it.
With an expression of seething rage, Edmund let his foot trail along Ignatius' face, who was kneeling before him, "You idiotic fool! How dare you make a fool of me, especially in front of that alien bastard, Asher!" Edmund spat out, his eyes glowering at the humiliated Ignatius.
"I...I...apologize, Edmund," Ignatius stuttered, his voice shaky, "I swear on my life, I won't make such a stupid mistake again."
From the side, Zephyrine watched the scene with a sense of amusement flashing in her eyes.
Thaddaeus, on the other hand, looked on with a scornful expression. To him, Ignatius was only receiving what he deserved for his stupid mistake. He also made him look bad before Edmund since he was the first to mention it.
