“You claiming to be Darius seems far too suspicious,” Cerys pointed out. “Moreover, no one here knows you.

People would surely recognize you if you were a tycoon—or, at the very least, they would’ve heard about you. What unnerves everyone here is how you’re an enigma to everyone here.”

Darius did not speak up to defend himself even then.

On the other hand, Cerys’ lips curled triumphantly. She was confident that all the guests would believe her over Darius if she continued voicing her suspicions. Hence, she announced at the top of her lungs,

“You only showed up here because you wanted everyone to think you’re wealthy! But is that the truth? No! Your actions and words from the moment you arrived can’t prove that you’re someone wealthy!”

Darius had been standing for a long time, so his legs started to ache. After sighing deeply, he replied, “I’d very much like to know this—what are your motives for saying that about me?”

That surprised Cerys as she gulped anxiously, knowing she was too