Chapter 119: A Ghost?
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Gwendolyn crossed her arms. "First of all, this isn't my workplace." She said irritably. "And second, do you have to start nagging the second you get here? What are you doing here anyway?"
Zephyr Owlsworth let his eyes sweep the venue - the crowd, the books, the mild chaos of a signing event in full swing. He sighed, realizing he had misjudged the timing.
"Fine." He muttered. "We will talk later. I will wait at your apartment." He signaled his assistant without another word.
Gwendolyn let out a dry sigh. "Since you are here and feeling generous, why not buy a thousand books at full price? Help my numbers."
Zephyr shot her a look. "Scamming your own father? That is low, even for you."
She shrugged. "Think of it as... supporting your daughter's career."
Her father gave a small chuckle and shook his head. Just as he turned to leave, a soft commotion drew both their eyes to the signing table.
Nothing loud - no shouting, or fuss - just a ripple of energy passing through the crowd.
Something light. Joyful.
Regal stood from his seat, a spark in his movement.
"Oii... cutie, what was your name again?" He called, hand cupping his ear like he was straining to hear.