“Release my son immediately!” Alice bellowed.
“Everyone shut up!” Henry was incensed. He swiftly slapped Benedict on the cheek, then swung back to give Alice a slap as well.
Benedict rubbed his swollen cheek and asked pitifully, “Why are you hitting us, Mr. Higgins?”
“I’m hitting you because you dared to disrespect the Supreme One. What gave you the nerve?” Henry chided.
“Huh? The Supreme One?”
“Mr. Higgins, you must be mistaken. He’s just a nobody. How could he be the Supreme One?” Benedict stared at Sebastian in disbelief as he spoke.
However, Henry ignored him and turned to kneel before Sebastian; his guards also dropped to their knees alongside him.
The men called in unison, “All hail, Supreme One!”
Benedict and Alice were so terrified by the revelation that their faces paled, and they collapsed to the ground. Lionel, who was severely injured and pinned under Sebastian’s foot, was so overwhelmed by shock that he lost consciousness.
“You may all rise,” Sebastian said calmly.
“Thank you, Supreme One.”
Henry rose to his feet and asked, “How shall we deal with these people, Supreme One?”
“I have prepared their coffins. Handle them as you see fit” With that, Sebastian departed with Hydra and the others.
“Supreme One, Mr. Higgins, please spare our lives!” Benedict and Alice quickly begged for mercy, but it was too late.
Lillian was Sebastian’s Achilles heel. Yet, Lionel had persistently pursued her and even tried to force her into marriage during Sebastian’s absence. Lionel’s actions had hit a nerve with Sebastian this time.
The crowd outside the hotel lingered, waiting in anticipation for Henry to handle Sebastian and for the wedding to promptly continue.
Lillian paced nervously at the doorway, her eyes clouded with worry. Although her marriage with Sebastian was one of convenience, she felt immensely grateful for the consistent kindness he’d shown her and the numerous times he’d rescued her.
But now, Sebastian had been cornered by Henry, and his prospects looked dire.
“Don’t worry, Lillian. That loser is as good as dead. Rest assured, you’ll be Lionel’s wife soon,” Lyra said.
Lucas nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. Lionel is so much better than that loser. With the Walter family’s support, our family is destined to prosper.”
Evelyn glared at Lillian and said, “Listen up, you brat. You must stand by the man you marry, for better or worse. Since you’re engaged to Lionel, focus on winning his favor instead of wasting your time on a man who’s about to die.”
“No, he’s not going to die.” Lillian clutched the Seraphic Tear Pendant around her neck and formulated a daring plan. She then took a deep breath and strode into the hotel.
“What the hell are you doing, you brat? Get back here now!” Evelyn yelled.
“Lillian Smith, come back right now!” Ronan roared.
But Lillian turned a deaf ear to their calls. She couldn’t stand idly by and watch Sebastian meet his end. Her only option now was to use the Seraphic Tear Pendant to impersonate the Supreme’s wife.
It was a dangerous move; if Henry uncovered her ruse, she too might not escape death.
Still, Lillian was ready to take that risk.
