Chapter 676: 675. A Hopeful Cure

The eight women were all the epitome of beauty, the likes of which people had rarely seen, confusing even Felix with what they were doing there. Blonde, redhead, black-haired, ashen-haired, brown-haired, and all sorts of skin types, heights, and other sizes were on display. 

The eight women were also quite proud as they walked gracefully, swaying their hips. Yet, there was tension in the air as the eight didn't seem to get along with each other. 

'What in the Lord's name is this now? I'm a taken man—I can't be admiring these beauties now,' Felix cursed his luck under his breath, knowing very well Isabella was staring at him from the sides. 'Must stay serious.'

"Gab, who are these women?" Felix looked at the man beside the throne. "Help your brother here." 

Gabriel unrolled a parchment and read the details. "Oh, these are all daughters of noblemen, from Barons to Counts. The one at the front is Lady Arabella."