Chapter 386

A few days later, a piece of news began circulating through Keen Territory.

It was said that Crick Keen had already contacted several suitors he considered relatively weak, those unlikely to pose much of a threat to the Keen Family. He was preparing to hold a reception so these suitors could meet Miss Anna Keen, exchange pleasantries, and settle on the final marriage candidate.

It was only a rumor, yet it was told with such lifelike detail that it seemed utterly convincing. Quite a few suitors who heard the news hurriedly sent people to investigate, only to indeed uncover many clues.

The investigators rushed back with their reports. The suitors who received the news contacted one another, corroborating their information and further confirming the matter.

Unable to sit still any longer, the suitors began discussing how they should respond.

Inside a temporary tent outside Keen City, Connor Griffin of the Griffin Principality listened to his subordinate's report. His expression turned icy, and the pleasant mood brought by his earlier indulgence vanished without a trace.

He sat in a chair fashioned from calming incensewood, with Ice Tear Pearls, treasures from the deep sea, hanging from his body. Yet even these two treasures, both capable of soothing the mind and steadying the heart, could not suppress the anger and savagery rising from the depths of his soul.

With a slight press of his foot, the woman serving as his footstool let out the sound of shattering bones. She was the result of his hunt that morning, originally meant to be saved for his enjoyment that night. But that was no longer possible.

Perhaps, for this woman, dying so easily was a comparatively fortunate end. Yet Connor's mood only worsened, and the savagery in his eyes deepened.

"That man named Crick actually dared