Milan showed a disdainful glare after seeing Aryan’s look on his face; in her eyes, he seemed like nothing but a stray dog.

She rejoiced that the man she loved came from a different country.

‘These men from Country H are such filth!’

Aryan kept changing his expression before finally looking at Stefan. After seeing Stefan’s cold expression, he quickly took a deep breath before speaking up again.

“Ms. Milan, right?

“I don’t care what happened here, nor who’s in the wrong!

“Someone needs to pay for my consul’s suffering!

“Besides…”

Bam!

Before Aryan was done speaking, Naruse picked up the ashtray from the table and threw it forward.

The ashtray smashed right into Aryan’s head, causing him to bleed profusely. He stumbled around after being caught off guard, almost falling to the ground.

He was showing a wretched expression.

“How dare you do that, you bastard?!” Aryan was furious. “Do you think the Aenar Temple’s an easy target?!”

The monks were showing fierce glares after hear