I’ve seen a fucking ghost! A goddamn fucking ghost!
When the man ran to the private room, a few n and won were in the middle of a ga. Seeing him burst in like that, they all started cursing at him in annoyance.
The man didn’t care how they cursed at him. Instead, he shouted in shock, "All of you, shut the fuck up!"
"Liam Warren, are you fucking tired of living?!"
"Quiet! Everyone, just be quiet! I just saw the living Ancestor!"
"What living Ancestor? Liam Warren, you bastard, have you lost your mind?!"
"No, no, I fucking swear I saw the Ancestor, alive! A living Alia Avery! A living Alia Avery!"
...
The mont the words left his mouth, the room fell silent. Not another person spoke.
However, the silence only lasted a few seconds before the laughter and ridicule started up again. "Liam Warren, I think you really need to see a doctor. Ancestor Avery died at Master Jennings’s wedding more than two years ago."
"Exactly. Stop talking nonsense. If Alia Avery were alive, there’s no way she would’ve let Cassian Jennings marry another woman."
The room was instantly filled with chatter. Pushed to his limit, Liam Warren had no choice but to slam his fist against the door a few tis. "I fucking saw Ancestor Avery! If you don’t believe , go out and see for yourselves."
"You all know how Ancestor Avery dances. In all of Tridell, there’s probably not a single woman who can out-dance her."
Hearing Liam Warren’s words, everyone in the room wore the sa skeptical expression. One of the won, who was rather attractive, stood up. "Liam Warren, did you really see Alia Avery?"
"I did. More real than solid gold!"
"Heh, interesting. If Alia Avery is really alive, I wonder..." At this, the woman glanced at another woman sitting nearby. That woman raised her glass, took a sip, and then placed it back on the table before standing up.
Seeing the two won go out to see the commotion, the others naturally couldn’t miss out on the drama.
By the ti the group went out, Alia Avery had finished dancing. She was sitting at the bar, having a drink with the man who had just been her dance partner.
The mont the two won saw Alia Avery, they knew Liam Warren had been telling the truth.
They sneered and returned to their private room.
Perhaps because she was in a bad mood, Alia Avery, who usually held her liquor well, was now feeling a bit dizzy. She placed a hand on the man’s shoulder to steady herself as she stood up. "I’m going to the restroom."
"Do you want to walk you there?" the man asked, concerned as he watched her unsteady fra.
"No need." Alia Avery shook her head and started walking toward the restroom.
When she got to the restroom, she saw two won inside.
She gave them a cold glance, then stumbled to the sink. She turned on the tap, bent over, and began splashing her face with water, trying to sober up a little.
But just as she finished and was about to straighten up, a hand suddenly slamd down on her head, forcing it down, while another hand gripped her own tightly.
Being suddenly restrained like this, Alia Avery felt her composure starting to crumble. "Who are you people? Let the fuck go!"
"Heh... Alia Avery, you have such a bad mory. But then again, I suppose that makes sense. Who are you, after all? The great Miss Avery, Ancestor Avery in the eyes of all the young masters of Tridell. Of course you wouldn’t deign to rember the likes of us."
"Bastards! Let go, or you’ll be sorry!"
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