INSIDE THE Rosehouse, where everything turned upside down for August, a grand gathering was held.August was on the second floor of the place, hiding in one of the rooms there, as he watched all people with their expensive gowns and luxuries while obviously hating each other with their pretentious smiles and gestures.“Hah.” August couldn’t help but smile. It felt like he was back in the previous time. The only difference is that he wasn’t on the stage anymore, but somewhere in hiding. On top of that, he wasn’t as pathetic as before.“Saw something interesting?” Sapphire, who was fixing her silver dress with a slit on her right thigh, asked.She

A FEW SECONDS had passed, and yet, Francis didn’t even avert his gaze somewhere. Clicking his tongue and tilting his head, he continued staring at the man on the second floor, who also did the same.They couldn’t see each other properly because they were far away from each other. Still, both of them could feel the tension running in their veins.‘How brave,’ said Francis at the back of his mind, smirking. ‘I wonder why he is hiding.’Francis narrowed his eyes, wondering who the man would be. His smirk widened as decided to climb onto the second floor and go onto that specific room where the guy was.“Sir—”“I’ll climb alone,” interrupted Francis as one of his

‘OH. MY. GOSH.’ The shock would be an understatement to describe Samantha’s feelings right now. Her heart was about to burst up, staring at Francis like it was her first time seeing a man like him up close. “G-Good evening,” Bruce, who was known by everyone as arrogant and authoritative, stammered as he was the one who took Francis’ hand as they shook hands with each other. Francis chuckled a little as he wiped his palm on his expensive pants casually— without any intentions of hiding it so Bruce wouldn’t be offended at all. Bruce and Samantha noticed that, and instead of being insulted, they felt honored for Francis that he wiped his palm on his pants, instead of using a handkerchief. “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to… shaking hands, you know? I always have my people deal with negotiations, especially if it requires skinship,” Francis apologized, but his voice didn’t sound apologetic at all. “It’s fine! It’s fine!” Bruce exclaimed twice, waving his hands. “My hands were also swea