Lance glanced at Amelia, who was being dragged away by Audrey. Seeing that she seemed a little troubled but didn't show any unwillingness, he also calmed down a bit. After all, having a lady...um...girl who was familiar with banquets with Amelia was not bad either.

Moreover, he didn't detect any malice from Oti. At most... he noticed that Oti's gaze was somewhat passionate? Lance found it difficult to describe that feeling... It should be passion, right...?

After quietly contemplating for a moment, Lance turned his head towards Nelson Horton, who was still observing his sister's movements. "Mr. Horton, forgive me for being presumptuous, but could you please tell me... how did your sister come to know me?"

"Oh... this is a long story," Nelson paused slightly, his expression somewhat ambiguous. He obviously recalled those various obscene and explicit images that crossed the line. "Just call me Nelson. After all, we can consider ourselves indirectly acquainted~"

Nielson instinctively wanted to pat Gray's arm, but unexpectedly Gray quickly avoided it without any politeness.

Nelson: "......?" What's wrong with you! Don't you have any face at all?!!

Grey glanced at Nelson with a cold and indifferent expression, as if to say, "What's the matter? He wasn't willing to give in."

"Oh... You're acquainted with Grey's disciple, huh..." The corners of Lance's mouth curled slightly, and he blinked playfully. The arc traced by his golden-brown lashes seemed to be temptingly charming, as if enticing someone. "You've really worked hard." Lance hinted with his words, unafraid of offending anyone.

Nelson let out a "aha" in his heart. Indeed, the young master of the Hirael family was exceptionally beautiful. It's no wonder that he has captivated so many omegas. I've heard that quite a few alphas have even pursued Lance Hirael.

Moreover, she was a hot-blooded and beautiful young individual who was honest with her words. It seemed that she had been tossed around by Grey, but she was also someone who would resist him.

Speaking of which... Gray only left after hearing the name Lance Harell, right? Perhaps there will be an interesting show to watch in the future?

Nelson nodded with a smile, "No trouble at all! Does Lance think Gray is qualified as an instructor? To be honest, I believe Gray wouldn't mind."

Gray's gaze flickered, but he had no intention to speak.

Taking the wine glass from the waiter's tray, Lance gently swirled it. The gradually changing shades of aquamarine liquid swayed inside the transparent glass, with layers of delicate, flowing bubbles slowly rising and bursting. It was like capturing a small fragment of the ocean, beautiful and dazzling.

Lance took a sip of the expensive drink in front of him - Sea Foam. The intoxicating sensation and slight hallucinogenic effect brought by it made Lance unconsciously narrow his eyes, and his expression gradually relaxed and lazy.

"Instructor..." Lance spoke calmly and unhurriedly, his tone carrying a kind of elegant and lyrical sentiment, as if he was reciting a poem. However, the lingering sound at the end of his words became slightly hoarse and hazy due to the stimulating effect of alcohol, making people unconsciously want to delve deeper.

The information scent of the rose blooms unconsciously, subtly stirring the nerves, making certain individuals restless. Gray suddenly felt that something was not right.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Lance's arm, pulling him forcefully into a corner as Nelson looked on in astonishment. With a bruise on his lower back from earlier resistance, Lance wore a displeased expression on his face.

Before Lance could open his mouth to question him, Gray took a step closer and said, "You have a female companion now, don't you?"

Lance stepped back slightly with a touch of caution, maintaining a safe distance. "What's wrong? This doesn't concern you, Instructor Gray..."

Gray took another step closer, expressionless, "So why do you still attract attention and flirt with others?"

Lance: "??? What did I do?!" Is this old man crazy?

Gray took the third step with an expressionless face, cornering Lance against the wall. He stared at Lance's face, carefully scanning every inch of it.

Just as Lance was being inexplicably nervous and agitated, Gray suddenly laughed. A man who was usually stingy with even his expressions, this smile was completely different from his usual cold and aloof demeanor. It wasn't cheerful or sincere; on the contrary, he seemed... a bit mischievous and superior.

Lance's intuition felt a little off.

What... is going on?

Lance, who was cornered by Gray, and Amelia, who was holding onto him, constantly paid attention to Lance's question about his weapons.

What is Gray going to do?!

Otto watched the sparks and tension that erupted between the two alphas when they were alone, and he deeply felt that time was running out!