'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? His face is so pale!"

The people were passing their comments. Darryl ignored them and kept his eyes on Marshall at all times.

In the very next second, Darryl took a deep breath and strolled toward Marshall. He spoke loud and clear. "After I saw through your tricks last night, I kept the brain-eating worms.

"And when I poured wine for you just now, I put the brain-eating worms into your glass.

"Speaking of which, I have never heard of brain-eating worms before, so I really would like to see