An hour had passed without any news—clear proof that the plan had failed.
Ramsey narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ramsey wasn't particularly worried about the Crown Princess coming after them.
After all, everything she had done was behind the Emperor's back.
If this escalated, no one would come out unscathed.
The real problem was that finding the old man's trail again would be next to impossible now.
Ramsey sighed inwardly and stole another glance at his boss.
Sinclair's dark, inscrutable eyes were fixed on the palace through the window.
His strikingly handsome face betrayed no emotion, yet there was an unshakable calm about him, as though he had already foreseen every possible outcome.
Ramsey felt his own tension ease.
Working alongside Sinclair had taught him one invaluable lesson—composure.
—— "The banquet officially begins now," Eston's gaze drifted toward the back of the crowd before he addressed the guests with a warm smile.
