Someone—one of the men from the top ten families, a powerful heir himself—laughed bitterly.
And his voice cut through the sea of whispers like a blade.
"You fools. He's not someone's plaything. He's one of us."
And then, someone else gasped.
A woman—a socialite who had attended every elite gathering for years—stiffened.
Her eyes, wide with realization, locked onto Vincent's figure.
And in a whisper that was barely audible, she uttered the words that sent shivers down the spine of every listener.
"The genius madman of the Blackwood family… is here."
Dead. Silence.
And then—
An explosion of chaos.