_Zarelle’s POV_
Arnold stuck out his tongue. “My father knows I’m in good hands. He’s smart like that. He’s also handsome, rich and very successful.”
He looked at Calden from head to toe, a difficult task, given their height difference. “He’s so much better than you. You should back off, you know. The pretty Miss Feymere won’t choose someone like you.”
I barely managed to contain my laughter, almost choking on the sip of water I had just taken.
Calden’s expression grew increasingly sour. Was the boy just making stuff up, or did the boy’s father teach him to say that?
This little brat’s father was going to challenge him for me?
Alarm bells started ringing in Calden’s head. With a cold tone, he retorted, “Who is your dad, anyway?”
“William Aldex, the president of Silve
