Chapter 126

Just as Wren Thorne stepped out of the private suite, her eyes locked on a chaotic scene at the corridor's end.

Dion was tugging desperately at the embroidered silk scroll, while Daphne Thorne clutched it to her chest, both refusing to let go.

Then-

"Rip-!"

The unmistakable sound of fine silk being torn cut through the air like a blade.

Dion froze, hands trembling. His lips parted, but no words ca