Carl had arrived.
The moment he stepped into the gathering, the entire atmosphere shifted. He walked with his usual air of effortless confidence, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd like a predator assessing his surroundings.
His tailored black and gold attire only added to his imposing presence, the very sight of him demanding attention.
The murmurs and whispers that had filled the air just moments ago died instantly. Every single pair of eyes turned to him, assessing, calculating.
And just like that, the conversation about Nnenna was temporarily forgotten, replaced with a new focus.
People started plotting again.
The royals, the nobles, the ambitious social climbers, everyone present had been desperately trying to gain Carl's favor since the ball began.
The fact that the event was slowly drawing to an end and no one had made any significant headway with him only heightened their determination.
