At night, a sleek black Rolls-Royce slowly pulled into the Richards' estate.
The door opened, and Sebastian stepped out. Tall and composed, the air around him screamed quiet elegance.
He pushed open the study's door, wind trailing behind him.
Mr. Richards was staring at a half-finished chessboard. Hearing the door, he snorted, "Well, look who's back-our drama king himself. Bet you're loving the attention online, huh? Got a whole fan club of girls calling you ‘hubby' now."
Sebastian had seen it all already.
He sat down across from his grandfather, quietly moving a chess piece. "Not really into that shallow stuff."
Mr. Richards laughed coldly. "Elaria wasn't shallow either, didn't see you cherishing her though. One moment you two are married, next moment-boom, divorce."
