Chapter 182: Chess Piece

Prince Valon leaned against one of the columns in the corner of the bustling banquet hall, holding a glass of red wine in his skinny hand. His bright green eyes were fixed on the joyous people scattered all over the floor, chattering the night away as they mingled with one another.

A familiar figure emerged from the crowd, attracting his attention to her tall silhouette. The belated appearance of Lady Felicity Tarran made him knit his brows. Taking a sip from his glass, he kept drilling her with his intense glare until she finally stood before him, her face marred with a shade of slight fright.

"You refuse to enjoy yourself, as usual, Your Highness. I must confess, I am slightly offended."

Valon didn't rush to retort. He measured the lady with a silent stare for quite a while until he finally parted his thin lips and asked rather coldly,

"So? Was it successful?"

Felicity nodded.