'F*ck it! Madame Pandora, that bitch! She lied to me.'

The furious Marshall glanced around at the crowd, but he suddenly realized that Madame Pandora said she was ill and would not be coming to the palace.

Then, Marshall had attracted a lot of gazes on him; those people were starting to gossip in a low and murmuring voice.

"What's going on?"

"Mister Darren, weren't you having a good conversation with Mister Marshall earlier? Why the change of expression?"

"What's wrong with Mister Marshall?