Dante gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, anger written all over his face.

How could a disciple of the prestigious Fallon family flee from a fight? This was a disgrace!

Most importantly, he fled in the presence of the Duke of Lachshire. If news spread out, it would tarnish the reputation of the Fallons, one of the ancient houses.

"Sir Dante, your nephew is quite smart! He knows when to give in," Natasha teased.

Dante's eye twitched, and his expression turned sour. This was truly hum