Chapter 4

"Marcus, you tried to use your daughter to annoy Franklin, and the two of you ended up pulling at each other right at the palace gates. In the end, your daughter just squatted there, watching the drama unfold?" the king said.

The three of them fell silent.

"Am I wrong?" the king asked.

Still, no one said a word.

The king set his spoon down in the melon rind, his gaze growing brighter as he looked between me and Franklin.

"You two actually seem like a good match," the king said.

Marcus's smile stiffened.

Franklin's face darkened.

I blinked in…