Nolan cast a provocative glare at Andres.
It was as if he were declaring to everyone that while the White family might be the top power in Aethelburg, the Nichols family were the undisputed kings of Gotham.
"Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here?"
The dispute drew the attention of Ivan Perez, the chief coordinator.
Ivan wasn't just the official representative chosen for the summit; he also had the authority to finalize the roster for Project Skyward.
Until the final list was announced, Ivan was the central figure everyone in the clubhouse sought to flatter.
Offending this VIP could very well mean having your name crossed off the list.
"Mr. Perez, your timing is perfect."
Nolan pointed a finger at Nevaeh's still-swollen cheek.
"The injury on Miss Mendoza's face was caused by this Mr. Andres."
"You be the judge. Does a man hitting a woman count as an act of violence?"
"Everyone attending the summit in Lumiere City today is a distinguished figure of high standing."
"Since some people possess such low character and employ such dirty tactics, I don't think he deserves to be a candidate for Project Skyward."
Ivan studied Nevaeh's slightly swollen cheek for a moment before turning his gaze to Andres.
"What's going on?"
Andres rested his forehead against his hand, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.
"Just a laughable trap someone set up."
To Andres, this setup truly was laughable.
He had already guessed that the mastermind behind this pathetic little stunt was none other than Landon Hart.
Nolan immediately fired back with self-righteous indignation.
"What do you mean 'trap'? You assaulted a woman, and that's just wrong."
Andres fixed his piercing gaze directly on Nevaeh.
"Miss Mendoza, why don't you be honest and tell everyone exactly who left that handprint on your face?"
His gaze was sharp and terrifying, frightening Nevaeh so much that she shrank further behind Nolan.
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