Lucien smiled at her. "Every Celestara Gala on Central Planet has a raffle like this. But the prizes in past years weren't this… big." Emma caught the underlying meaning in his words. She asked, "What were the prizes before?" Silas glanced at the Gravicar and instantly understood the situation. He smiled at Emma. "Emy, it doesn't matter what the old prizes were. What matters is that this year, all the prizes at the Celestara Gala were prepared by NexusPrime Tech." "Damian?" Emma understood immediately. "So, that's it. No wonder I've been so lucky—it was all set up." Seeing her irritation, Lucien softened his tone and coaxed her. "Emma, if you like the Gravicar and the castle, we can buy them for you." "No, thanks."Emma had liked them because she thought her luck was real. Now that she knew it was all manufactured, she had no interest at all. "Just give these back to Damian," she said to Lucien. "And tell him to stop playing these stupid games in the future." Lucien tossed the castle deed to Silas. "Fine. I'll have Silas take care of it." Silas froze. First mate, huh? Great… so I'm stuck doing all the dirty work. "I think Marcus should go instead," Silas said suddenly. "He's been cooped up at home all day anyway. This will get him out for a bit. I'll arrange for two people to go with him." He caught Lucien and Emma's gaze. Sighing, Silas added, "It's not that I don't want to go—it's just that I've been slammed with work. I really don't have time." If that fox dared to cause trouble, then let Marcus teach him a lesson. "Marcus can handle it?" Emma asked. "Otherwise, Corvin could go." She didn't want to face Damian, but Marcus seemed a bit unreliable. "Emy, Marcus may be lazy, but he's no fool. He's a Rank 11 male—he can handle himself just fine." Silas thought Marcus was the perfect choice. Lucien, reading Silas' thoughts like a mirror, took Emma's hand and smirked at Silas. "Emma, Silas is right. Marcus is a Rank 11 male." He added, "If you're still worried, Silas can go with him. Right now." Silas ground his teeth and shot Lucien a glare that Emma couldn't see. Was this guy really holding a grudge over a single prize he lost today? "Fine. I'll take Marcus," Silas said. He stowed the Gravicar and went straight to Marcus' room, yanking him out of the crystal coffin. "Ms. Tibarn wants you to run an errand for her," he said. Hearing it was for Emma, Marcus begrudgingly climbed out of the coffin, moving slowly. Then, he followed Silas out the door.… At NexusPrime Tech, Damian had just finished his work and was about to leave when his assistant appeared. "Mr. Voss, Commander Hamblin and Prince Marcus of Frostveil are here." What were they doing here? Had Emma found out these gifts were from him? Damian's lips pressed together nervously. "Bring them to the VIP lounge. I'll be there shortly." Had Emma forgiven him by sending Silas and Marcus? Or were they here to summon him? Damian quickly changed into his best outfit, determined to show Emma his finest self. In the reception room, Silas leaned over to a very reluctant Marcus. "When you see that fox, you talk. Say whatever you want—mean, harsh, whatever. Got it?" Marcus rolled his eyes at him. "I don't speak harshly." Silas fell silent. "Sure, whatever makes you happy." Damian nervously opened the door and stepped in, greeting them politely. "Sorry to keep you waiting." After all, they were Emma's matches—he had to be very courteous. Silas said nothing. Marcus, still annoyed, sat up straight and tossed the Gravicar capsule and castle deed onto the table. "Ms. Tibarn said she doesn't want your things." His gaze swept over Damian. "You don't need to dress like that for me. I don't like flashy males. Since you're no longer matched with Ms. Tibarn, behave. Stop with these underhanded tricks. If you're bored, go find something else to do. Don't waste everyone's time." Then, he slowly stood and staggered toward the door. He sounded sincere—how could anyone call that harsh? That wretched vine of a male? Now, that was harsh.Damian's face went pale instantly. "I… I didn't… I just wanted to…" Silas stood, patting him on the shoulder. "What you wanted doesn't matter. What matters is Emy doesn't want to see you, and she certainly doesn't want your gifts."