Loss of Sanity

First-rate dignitaries vs upper-class ruffians As the best heir to the Winterbourne family for centuries, Celia Winterbourne's smile, speech and behavior were all carefully calculated. To her, the entire empire was based on logic and principles. And Griffin's existence is a blatant defiance of all her principles. The barbarian who mocked the nobles with money had an unknown origin, but in just a few years he rose to become extremely wealthy. He is cynical and regards everything as a bargaining chip, and his deceptive elegance is even more poisonous honey. Therefore, every observation she made of him was a rational analysis of a social hazard. "A decent beast," Celia concluded. * To Kane Griffin, none of the baronesses and ladies in the entire royal capital were as real as a contemptuous look from Winterbourne. He dismissed the cold pride and her condescending scrutiny. According to common sense, he should have scorned this kind of person, but he used all his patience and strategy just to anger her. Because as long as Winterbourne feels the slightest offense, the depths of his emerald eyes will immediately burn into flames. "Ice that catches fire," Kane thought. * They are notoriously mortal enemies in the capital, and they are the most discordant notes in each other's world. They all firmly believe—— His dislike of the other party is his unwavering stance. Small Theater Rainy night. In the banquet dressing room. The smell of spices and sweat are damp together. The rain beat against the glass window, covering up the two people's equally uncontrollable heartbeats. Celia looked in the mirror and slowly adjusted the emerald necklace around her neck, as if what just happened had nothing to do with her. Kane leaned casually against the door frame, brushed his thumb against the bleeding corner of his mouth, and smiled carelessly. His eyes lingered lazily on her delicate collarbone. A small bright red mark with tooth marks was imprinted on the ivory white skin, like a badge declaring sovereignty. Celia's fingers paused for a moment, and then she retied the unbuttoned button as if nothing had happened. She turned around and looked at him squarely, her emerald green eyes calm and calm: "Tell me, Mr. Griffin, how much pleasure can you get from satisfying your vulgar desire to win at that moment?" Kane's deep black eyes took on a real and dangerous interest for the first time. He asked in a lazy voice: "I can't guarantee the amount of fun." "But at least, it should be much more impressive than your fiancé's polite kiss on the hand... Right?" * Strong negative emotions, such as disgust, contempt, and disgust, are themselves a high degree of emotional investment and concern. Screenshot of the copy on August 2, 2025 Mission: Fearless of darkness and move forward bravely