Solivair’s voice was loud and clear. The moment his words fell, the entire hall went silent. All eyes turned to him, filled with barely concealed disbelief. Seriously? The topic had already passed. And now he suddenly wanted to agree? Could he be more obvious? Solivair instantly realized his mistake. He had been so enraged that he had spoken without thinking. Now, instead of appearing magnanimous, he looked utterly ridiculous—like a child who had been scolded, then turned around and eagerly agreed just to fit in. His face burned red, his embarrassment only deepening under the weight of so many unimpressed stares. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. Hugo and Ryder nearly burst into laughter. They had seen Solivair in many situations, but this… this was something new. If they ignored everything he had done, they might have even found it a little adorable. Too bad. There was no world where they could coexist with Solivair. They couldn’t hold back anymore. "Hahahaha!" "Hahahaha!" The clear, unrestrained laughter echoed through the hall. They weren’t even trying to hide it anymore. Solivair’s face turned an alarming shade of red. This wasn’t just a slap in the face—this was an execution. He stood there, alone, completely isolated.And for the first time, he truly understood what it felt like to be ostracized. How ironic. He had orchestrated countless situations just like this, ensuring others were humiliated and forced into submission. Now, he was the one standing in that spotlight. It was maddening. It took a long time for Hugo and Ryder to stop laughing. Ryder, still chuckling, patted Solivair’s shoulder in mock kindness. "Alright, alright. We understand. Let’s not waste more time on small matters. We wouldn’t want to ruin such a wonderful evening." That single sentence made Solivair seem even more like a child being pacified. His entire body went rigid. His gaze darkened as he glared at Arthur, Hugo, and Ryder. Arthur. It was all because of Arthur. That damn brat. Arthur was the reason he had been humiliated like this. Arthur was the one who had made him a joke. Arthur… needed to die. But Arthur? Arthur had already moved on. He wasn’t even paying attention to Solivair anymore. Instead, he was mingling with some of the most influential figures in the room, conversing effortlessly. Thanks to the little spectacle Solivair had caused, Arthur’s composure and wit had shone through, leaving a strong impression on many guests. In fact, many had already taken a liking to him. Solivair had hand-delivered Arthur the perfect opportunity to rise in this circle.Watching Arthur gain favor while he himself was being laughed at, Solivair’s expression darkened even further. Fine. If Arthur was so eager to die, he would gladly oblige. Stepping into the shadows, Solivair summoned one of his most trusted men. His voice was low, dripping with malice as he gave his orders. Arthur had given him a lead on Lynn. He was still hunting for her. The information Arthur provided wasn’t much—just places Lynn had appeared before—but even that was invaluable. For years, Solivair had been searching, but she had vanished without a trace. At times, he had even wondered if she was still alive. But Arthur’s words confirmed it. She had been seen. She was alive. At least, she had been at the time. That single piece of information had been enough for Solivair to momentarily let Arthur live. Arthur had given him what he wanted. And Solivair had assumed that Arthur would never dare to betray him. Because Arthur had something to lose. People who had warmth in their lives… people with loved ones… they were the easiest to control. And Solivair had been right. So much time had passed, and Arthur still hadn’t handed over the evidence. Not even after Solivair had targeted the Gibson family and their company. Why? Because Arthur had weaknesses. He had people he cared about.Solivair smirked to himself. He had every intention of exploiting that.