Foster Ward casually watched the Saint Heir princess duo with everyone, nodded slightly to Elisa Logan who smiled at him, while subconsciously deep in thought.
As Lian often said, he can't stay idle. Even when doing nothing, he'd burden his brain with thoughts.
[Hehe, such cute anger! Am I being excessive? Or...has someone else's gaze triggered it?]
Elisa, closest to Black, pinched the latter's delicate and handsome little face and reflected for about a third of a second before continuing her habitual 'harassment' of the young man.
"Hey, wait! Havan, how could you agree to him so easily?"
Finally, Phyllis Graham couldn't sit still. It seemed she remembered the great effort she had to make to barely convince Motan to let her be a sponsor. Feeling the unfair treatment, the Wealth Saintess gritted her teeth and glared at the guy who nonchalantly accepted Foster's invitation: "This isn't like you!"
