612 Competition

"Tch. That look in his eyes isn't exactly friendly." The second son of the Lorenzo family took a sip of the amber liquor in his cup, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Ah..." Warren sighed softly as well. He took a sip of wine, then said in a low voice, "I'm afraid he's taken me for a rival too."

"What's this?" Lorenzo's second son raised a brow, leaned a little closer, and his voice gained a teasing smile. "From the way you say that, don't tell me you don't have any thoughts about little Inanna? Setting aside her status as the duke's only daughter, just that figure of hers... full where it should be full, slender where it should be slender, paired with that one-of-a-kind pink hair and pink eyes. Marrying her wouldn't be a loss no matter how you looked at it!"

If Warren said he had no thoughts at all, that would naturally be a lie. But as someone who had truly spent some time interacting with Inanna, he could clearly sense that Inanna had little interest in him.

Or rather, he felt that Miss Inanna seemed interested only in Puji.

This time, he had come less out of expectation than as a courteous response to Duke Alama's invitation.

Warren merely gave a bitter smile without answering, then drained the remaining liquid in his cup in one gulp.

However, an extremely oppressive voice came from behind the two of them at that moment.

"My dear nephew... what did you say just now? Your uncle is getting on in years, and his ears aren't quite what they used to be. Why don't you... say it again?"

Alama's broad, powerful hand reached out from the shadows like an iron clamp and gripped Lorenzo's second son lightly but firmly by