MEANWHILE, inside the room where Hazel’s father was, there was a long table—Claire was sure it could fit around fifteen or twenty people given its size. The couple greeted the emperor, who smirked in response. “You two are too formal. Didn’t you bring me any gifts? Like a gun or a sword?” Claire and Zekiel exchanged glances at that, and Zekiel took Claire’s hand before facing the emperor. “That was from the past Emperor Alfonso,” Zekiel said seriously, which only made Alfonso smirk wider as he stood up from his seat. “Forgive my insolent behavior, Your Majesty. Welcome to the mafia hideout,” he said with a bow to Claire before raising his gaze to look at Zekiel. “You’re still the same, Zekiel Gray—fireless, just like Your Majesty here,” he remarked, glancing at Claire, who frowned. Truthfully, she wanted to roll her eyes at his words. She wasn’t angry at the emperor himself, but because of what his subordinates had done, she felt irritated with him. The emperor had them
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