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... straightened herself, the echoes still lingering like ghosts in the grand courtroom.
Maximilian Voclain’s hand curled around the armrest of his high-backed seat, his knuckles whitening with restraint. His voice was as cold as the marble beneath their feet.
"What is the meaning of this, Lady White?" he asked, the title sliding off his tongue with disdain. "Do you take this hearing as a joke? Or is this your idea of showing disrespect to the noble blood gathered here today?"
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