Chapter 22

After Devon left with Esme, the venue remained silent for a long time. The Harlon family was, after all, one of the most powerful aristocratic families in Metrovale. No one dared complain about Devon behind his back, and no one dared step forward to comfort Heather either. After all, who would dare offend Devon? Moments later, hushed whispers finally began to spread. "Heather really held it in for a long time, didn't she? It took her this long to lose her cool." "To be able to flip the entire situation around like that in a single night proves that she had planned this for some time. We'd better stay away from her to avoid her retaliation." "Yeah… All this high-society drama is the same. Who knows if she's actually a good person or not?" … By the poolside, Heather sat alone in silence. The crowd, by unspoken agreement, distanced themselves from her as if she were something ominous. Her lonely reflection wavered in the water, as cold as the surface of the pool itself. Then, a