Chapter 142 A Thousand Weaves, Flattery Doesn't Weave

Falcona calculated every detail but didn't anticipate the oversight of Nara. When she was roughly pinned to the table by Nara, unable to move, the sound of Marzassis beating and insulting Ulysses never stopped. And there was Nara, watching nearby because Ulysses didn't hesitate to sacrifice himself. Falcona, in distress, said: "Don't you like Ulysses? Are you just going to watch him suffer like this?" "That's his punishment for defying his father. Why should I care?" Nara rolled her eyes, disdainfully cold: "If it weren't for your face catching Father's eye, based on the accusations you just made, you would have been slapped! But it doesn't matter, when he's tired of playing with you, I'll make sure to scratch up your face too! I can wait!" Falcona felt a suffocating sensation and couldn't help but feel pity for Ulysses, who had grown up in such a family. No wonder he seemed so stiff and strange when he entered this room earlier, as if he had subconsciously activated