Chapter 2013

There was no way Wesley, with his fiery temper, would let Fane off the hook so easily. Even beating him up would not assuage his anger. However, Deacon Ambrose and Fane were not really that close with each other so he chose not to speak up for Fane and continued to observe from the sidelines. 　 The crowd’s comments continuously streamed into his ear and their unfounded speculations made him speechless. No matter how unwilling he was to defend himself, he was left with no choice but to speak up for himself in order to stop things from progressing the way they were. “Can you just shut up for a bit? You’re getting hysterical,” he said to the man with triangular eyes. Then, he focused his attention on Wesley, who was looking at him with an eyebrow raised a provoking smile. 　 Fane did not really care about what Wesley was thinking. “Let me ask you again—what’s your wager?” Wesley narrowed his eyes. He agreed with what the man with triangular eyes said; offering up a wager meant that he