Amidst a sea of curious and scrutinizing gazes, Jaegar carried himself with an air of quiet composure and unwavering determination.
The concerned expressions of Pierre and Jennifer did not escape his notice; their worry for him was visible as he made his way towards the elevated platform.
Denica, a spirited presence amidst the tense atmosphere, greeted Jaegar with a mischievous smile, her words weaving an undercurrent of playfulness.
"Well, hello, Mr. Ambrose, you certainly know how to make an entrance," Denica exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement. "anyways, after all this was over, we should go out."
Jaegar laughed dryly when he saw her; she was overly enthusiastic about this situation.
Lorcan, on the other hand, directed his gaze upon Jaegar like something stuck up in his ass. Lorcan's expression conveyed a mix of disdain and annoyance, his eyes narrowing as he observed Jaegar's every move. It was clear that there was deep hatred for Jaegar.
