C72 CHAPTER72

By the time Mrs. Jameson's gaze met Devon's, she was already striding toward him.

Devon grasped Emily's hand, eager to make their escape.

Yet, he had sorely miscalculated the Salamander's swift pace. A two-meter-tall salamander now loomed before him, effectively blocking his path.

"Isn't this Lord Devon?" Mrs. Jameson lifted her wine glass, her eyes fixed on Devon. Her voice was velvety soft