At these words, the noisy reception hall instantly fell silent.
Everyone turned in unison to look at Nathan Bennett, who was seated beside the main chair.
After a brief silence, the old gentleman took the initiative to ask, "What is it, Nathan?"
Kneeling on the floor, Julian Bennett was instantly on guard.
He sneakily raised his head, his eyes meeting the pair of cool, placid eyes looking down at him. His heart dropped.
'He had a feeling Nathan Bennett was up to no good.'
'Is he cooking up some devious plan to torment me right now?'
Yikes.
'He just knew it. Nathan Bennett was a shady old bastard who would never pass up an opportunity like this—'
"I believe in Julian."
"Huh?"
The words, spoken from just above him, shattered Julian's train of thought. He looked up, bewildered.
'Wait, did I hear that right?'
'Who just said that???'
From the head of the room, Nathan Bennett had already risen to his feet.
