Caesor paused, then pointed a slender finger toward the little girl chasing butterflies nearby. "Joy wants to go." Nora Fatehi said flatly, "No, she doesn't." Caesor insisted, "Yes, she does." Nora Fatehi had reached her limit. "Caesor, I'm not interested. I don't want to go with you—alright?" Caesor let out a soft sigh, his eyes dimming slightly. His tone turned serious as he said quietly, "I'm injured. It's always inconvenient to go without a female companion by my side." Nora Fatehi's expression remained stone-cold. "Then don't go. Or find someone else to go with you." He sighed again. "I have to be at this banquet. But finding a woman who can drink on my behalf, think on her feet, stay alert to danger, and also be young and beautiful—that's not easy." "And with my injuries, I'll have to take most of the security with me. You and Joy staying here without protection leaves you vulnerable. I'd worry." With that, he nudged her toe lightly with his foot and dropped his brows in
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