©Novel Buddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 501 - 80 - Election Day (6)
Next chapter:
Chapter 503 - 80 - Election Day (8)
PREVIEW
... zen, her lips trembling as if the words had physically lodged themselves in her throat. She stood there, paralyzed, unable to do more than clutch the edges of the podium like it was the only thing keeping her upright. The crowd’s attention waned immediately, whispers rippling through the room as people barely tried to hide their disinterest. It was brutal to watch, and for some reason, I felt a twinge of pity. Having to follow up after Myrcella’s speech was like being thrown into a pit of wolves ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE