Debra was slightly moved by Florian's confession.

She thought that Florian might have genuinely repented since he spoke so earnestly.

Besides, he was right—there were many guards outside.

"Are you really letting me go?" Debra asked quizzically.

Florian nodded hurriedly; then, he smiled bitterly. "Are you still unwilling to believe me? You are now in my hands. If I were to plot against you, why would I waste so much time talking to you?"

Next, Florian glanced at the banquet table next