Chapter 830
"I don't see why not." Ian shrugged, then glanced at Sanford. "Let’s continue the rest later. We’ll have plenty of time for a while anyway."
"Yes, Agent of the Saint," Sanford answered immediately. He set down his nearly empty goblet on the armrest and stood up at once.
It wasn’t just because Diana was staring at him like she wanted him gone.
After all the hell I went through fixing this damn ship!
It was so he could hurl a storm of curses at the Crimson Coral Reef, which was still throwing a stubborn, batshit tantrum. And if the Silent Storm was with them, then those bastards too.
"I’ll be at your call anytime!" Sanford bent his knee in a respectful bow, even in the midst of it all, then walked out without looking back
Ian’s gaze shifted to the back of Diana’s head as soon as the door closed. "You don’t have to glare like that. Once the door’s shut, no one can overhear anything in here."
Only then did Diana turn to him, muttering awkwardly, "Really? No wonder it was so quiet."
Behind her, Nila snorted softly.