"Creak!"
"Bang!"
As soon as the car stopped in front of the Imperial Grand Hotel, Sellviya got out with an icy expression and slammed the door shut. Ignoring the pained looks of the escort members responsible for driving, she strode toward the hotel alone on her long legs, leaving everyone with nothing but her proud, aloof back.
Watching the Red Dragon Queen leave alone, saying nothing but clearly furious beyond measure.
John immediately understood that he probably would not be seeing a pleasant expression from her for the next few days.
That gave him an even worse headache.
After all, at this point in time, he did not even need to think hard to know that the Old Guard Party had certainly dispatched countless people to monitor his every move.
Perhaps documents recording the "conflict" between him and Sellviya had already been submitted to the Old Guard Party's upper ranks.
And based on John's understanding of the Old Guard Party, it would not be long before they tried to use this opportunity to make contact with Sellviya.
And attempt to drive a wedge between him and his ally.
Although he knew that, given Sellviya's temperament, the Old Guard Party's divisive scheme would most likely end in disastrous failure.
What John cared about was not whether they could be divided, but whether the Old Guard Party would prematurely regard his team as a priority target.
After all, he had already concluded that once the Allied Forces delegation arriving in ten days reached a ceasefire agreement with the Imperial Foreign Ministry through negotiations.
The conflict between the Old Guard Party and the Reformist Faction would erupt in full.
If, amid the struggle between these two massive powers, his side drew the Old Guard Party's attention too early and was listed as a