Iria Lindsay's fingers trembled slightly, with an impulse in her heart to withdraw them, yet she made a great effort to control herself and stay still.
She knew she did not love Arfen Finch, but anything this man asked of her, she would do.
Whether he wanted her to die, or to marry him.
James Xavier was already dead, so it made no difference whom she married.
As the ring slid all the way down to the base of Iria Lindsay's left middle finger, Arfen Finch looked at the ring with satisfaction.
"Do you like it?"
Iria Lindsay gazed at the shiny ring and gently nodded.
Stretching out his arms to pull her into his embrace, Arfen Finch brushed his lips against her forehead, and immediately, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted below the stage.
"Thank you." Arfen Finch turned with Iria Lindsay, "Thank you all for witnessing this moment. Now, I declare the banquet officially begins."
He turned his face slightly, nodding gently to his subordinates.
Boom!
