The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 40

Throughout the evening, Grandfather didn’t stop his subtle attacks, using every opportunity to chip away at Victor and Emma’s credibility. His voice was always low, just loud enough for those around him to hear his cruel whispers, but never loud enough to cause a scene. His words were like venom, dripping with malice.

“Victor used to be such a promising man,” Grandpa Ben said, his voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for a nearby group to hear. “But ever since *she* came into the picture…” He let his words trail off, the implication clear.

Emma caught the murmurs, her heart sinking with each passing comment. She forced a smile, pretending not to hear, but her grip on Victor’s arm tightened. Victor noticed immediately, leaning down to murmur in her ear, “Ignore them, Emma. You’re with me.”

But it was easier said than done. The elite guests circled them like vultures, their eyes full of judgment.

“Do you think she belongs here?” someone whispered from behind them.

“She’s out of