The deputy mayor panicked, waving his hands in a frantic gesture of denial.
"No! You've misunderstood! I would never dare harbor such thoughts! I sincerely sought your advice, that's all!"
Owen's gaze softened slightly as he leaned back against the plush sofa. The elegant, yet commanding posture was enough to make the deputy mayor relax—just a little. He discreetly wiped the sweat beading on his forehead.
This was the first time a member of the Freeden house had come to him in person. Not just any member, but Owen, the rumored heir to the family's future.
Why is he here? The question gnawed at the back of the deputy mayor's mind.
From the atmosphere, it was clear Owen's visit was connected to the magical artifact competition. But what interest could someone of Owen's standing possibly have in something so minor?
"Let me be blunt," Owen said calmly.
The deputy nodded quickly. "Of course. I'm listening."
