Chapter 178 How Hypocritical Can You Be

The commotion drew the attention of the people in the hall, who turned to look. Faelan was standing quietly nearby, simply watching. The warm, golden light from the corridor washed over him, highlighting his refined features and clean-cut silhouette with a soft glow. His suit jacket was draped over the crook of his arm. With casual ease, he pulled out a chair and sat down, one leg crossed over the other in a lazy yet elegant posture. Those usually cold, indifferent eyes now held a trace of amusement—an indulgent smile that could pull someone in, make them willingly drown in its warmth.