"Did the magistrate or the guards say something? On why only that town is being renovated? I am surprised others haven't raised their complaints yet on why their towns are not getting filled in," stating this, Damien looked around to see at the guests who had arrived at his friend's house. 

As they all belonged to the vampire as well as higher society, they had a similar crowd of people where most of them were acquainted with each other. 

"They must be happy that they don't have to deal with humans. Trust me, they are a pain when it comes to getting them to listen to something. No matter you being a higher up they close the d.a.m.n door on the face which makes me want to snap that little neck before peeling it off the body," the calm voice with which Mr. Reverale spoke made Penny frown. The man spoke without a single regard to the lives of the human which was what worried her. Even Damien himself had killed the maid in front of her but it was with the thought of her drowning and dying in the water. A silver of s.h.i.+ver ran down her body as she remembered the dip in the cold water, "Unfortunately, we cannot else I would have." 

"What a shame," Damien responded to watch Sentencia's slave boy walk past them with his head hung down without meeting anyone's eyes. 

"You dolled your slave like a pretty lady. Showing off, Damien?" 

"Are you jealous?" asked Damien with a serious expression making the other man laugh. 

"There's no reason for me to be jealous," answered Mr. Reverale looking at Penny. His eyes looking at her from top to bottom before s.h.i.+fting his eyes back to Damien, "Masters and mistresses often doll their slave like..." the man waved his hand towards Penny, "When they are too into their slaves. Many people have often found themselves to be a victim of attraction before ruining their reputation."

"Always so nosey. Funny how people take an interest in other people's lives. Don't you agree, Lady Ursula?"

Damien's habit of pulling people into an awkward conversation was famous that many people were wary about which included Lady Ursula herself right now. The young woman wanted to disagree as it was about his slave who he was giving more attention to but at the same time, she couldn't help herself but agree to what Damien said just to please him.

Lady Ursula turned to look at the man and say, "That's right. Mr. Reverale are you saying Mr. Quinn's reputation has been soiled?" 

"Lady Ursula is the Damien cheerer but then Damien. What happened to that other woman who was killed by her very own slave. Don't tell me you like the girl," with Mr. Reverale's voice which rose high enough to bring attention from the other people around them, he looked at Damien with challenging eyes. 

Even though they shared the same circle of friends, the two men never considered each other to be friends. Damien considered Sentencia to be the only friend while the others were pointless chatter. On the other hand, Mr. Reverale despised Master Quinn for what and who he was. 

A pureblooded vampire getting close with the slave was usually frowned upon and wasn't encouraged. Sure, people fell in love but it was always kept a secret as no one liked anyone pointing about them a.s.sociating themselves with the lowest of the low degree of the society. 

Penny was unsure of what Damien would do or she had guessed that he would deny or come with another sarcastic remark but that never came. Instead, Damien pulled Penny by her waist towards him bringing a small flip in her heart where he said, "What if I did? Is there a problem?" 

There was a stun of silence in the room. People who were away from them and hadn't heard what happened and instead looked towards them to see what had gotten the room quiet so suddenly. Mr. Reverale who had been smiling all this while, poking fun and trying to bring Damien down, his face fell suddenly hearing what Damien just said. 

Lady Ursula was trying to fathom what the pureblooded vampire just said, "Master Damien, did you mean to say you like the slave as your pet-"

Damien cut in to clarify the doubts the men and women now carried on their faces, "This girl in my arm is whom I like. Does anyone here have a problem with that?" he asked after the declaration with a smile upon his face. 

Penny suddenly felt as if she had turned the center of attention even though she had done nothing. She had even stopped breathing after hearing the words Damien said to the man, his eyes confident and his arm firmly around her waist where she stood awkwardly. She didn't know how to react with so many people looking at her right now, her head feeling dizzy. 

"I am sure people here aren't petty to tell that me liking a slave intends and means that my reputation is getting soiled now," he raised his brow to receive no answer or question. 

A lot of them were ready to start the gossip with what they heard but no one dared to question or go against what he said. It was the money and the kind of lineage that he possessed which was enough to keep their lips sealed. 

Sentencia who had only entered back into the room smiled, her lips twisting before she said, "That is wonderful, Damien," and with one encouragement in the room, the other fickle minds nodded as if agreeing to her words, "Everyone please move to the dining room," the lady smiled with a pleasant smile. 

The owner of the house smiled, letting people go ahead before she caught up with Damien, "That is one way to declare to the people. You know people are going to talk and blow this out of proportion," she whispered to him with a smile. Her brown fringed hair covering her eyebrows as she looked ahead.

"And when has that mattered?" hearing Damien's words she chuckled.

"True."