Because of the man's complaints, Delphine woke up a bit later than usual the next day.
The morning light of late spring filtered through the white window sheers. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and the man moved about in the outer room, creating faint sounds of movement.
"Stone Leclair is planning to hold a banquet in half a month to celebrate his 58th birthday. Rumor has it that invitations have been sent to all the major families." Maximilian's voice carried a hint of unease. "In two years, Stone Leclair will be stepping down officially. This birthday banquet... I'm afraid there's more to it than meets the eye."
Delphine had just woken up. Hearing this, her body stiffened slightly. Stone Leclair's birthday banquet was, for her, a dark and terrible memory.
Ignatius Leclair's voice dropped a notch, coldly asking, "The location?"
"Leclair Estate."
