The laughter didn’t stop.
It grew louder.
Mr. Webb slammed his hand against the table, wheezing with amusement. “She’s completely lost it!”
“If you’re the head of the Elite Circles,” he cackled, “then I must be Arthur Frost himself!”
“Yes! Exactly!” others shouted.
“If she’s the Queen of the Elite Circles, I’ll eat dirt right here!”
I slowly swept my gaze across them, lips curling into a cold, disdainful smile.
“Arthur Frost is my father,” I said calmly. “Not a title for ignorant men who bark the loudest without knowing who they’re biting.”
Their laughter faltered—but I didn’t stop.
“You don’t believe me? Of course you don’t. Men like you—who follow whoever shouts the loudest and spew filth without thinking—are used to swallowing garbage every single day.”
My words landed like bullets.
The room erupted into chaos.
“Believe you?” someone shouted. “You’re nothing but a woman who slept her way to power!”
Mockery echoed from every corner, laughter bouncing cruelly off the walls.
Sebastian shook his head, his expression a blend of disgust and feigned pity. “Enough. Get out, Arwen. You’re polluting my territory. Never associate yourself with me again.”