CHAPTER 649. RED PROMISE. A Hell

Perhaps the only thing that could interrupt the stormy silence in that garden was the untimely clatter of heels belonging to one of the organizers, frantically looking for Mauro.

“Mr. Keller! It’s time for your speech. The guests are getting impatient.”

“I need five more minutes,” he replied without looking at her.

“But—”

“Let them wait! Let them drink more champagne! This is a party, isn’t it? Let them keep celebrating, and I’ll give the speech when I’m ready!