Chapter 371. Stressful Gala

Lexcis Aeden Revia

"Darling, please. Don't worry. We just have to wait, okay?" Lexcis said, his voice soothing.

She shakes her head, frustration evident. "Lexcis, how can I not worry? You read the letter. You know—fuck." She runs her fingers through her hair, pacing around the room in agitation. "Fuck indeed," she mutters. Chantel has every right to worry; that letter truly is troublesome. Alarming. It's fucking horrible.

"At least stop pacing," Lexcis urges gently.

"I can't! It helps me calm down."

That fucking letter destroyed our entire mood. Her stress levels are through the roof. Something is going on. Five unspecified "untitled" guests are coming to the gala. Ships from Revia have entered the port. If you don't get another letter in twelve hours, leave as quickly as you can.

"Twelve hours, Chantel. He wouldn't give us a specific duration if something t