Chapter 301

With a smirk of self-satisfaction, Benedict shot Theophilus a sly glance, lifting his glass to toast Isidore.

Does Theophilus think that if he flatters Isidore, everything will be great?

He just casually used his network a bit and easily made Isidore obedient, offering up Theophilus on a silver platter for him to dissect at will! All he needed to do was to drink this cup of wine!

"Hold on." Isidore interjected solemnly, halting the wine glass Benedict offered: "I shan't partake in this drink."

Benedict, taken aback, his countenance twisted in fury.

Damnation! Isidore indeed refused a drink offered in reverence? How dare he, when he, Benedict of the Panchak lineage, humbled himself to pour the wine!

"Drake, my presence today is not to hand someone over." Isidore asserted in a hushed tone.

"Isidore, what might you be insinuating?" Drake's gaze pierced Isidore, sharp and cold as a blade's e