?Chapter 892:


    The news sparked a flicker of joy within my chest. Dayton had struck me as genuinely good-hearted, and I’d been keen to meet him properly. That night, following Alden’s lead to the banquet hall, we entered a space awash with golden light and animated conversation.


    I spotted Jett immediately. He stood among the crowd, dressed in a well-tailored suit, his posture upright, adding a mature grace to his features.


    At that moment, he smiled effortlessly, mingling with the stream of Marehelm officials with natural elegance, radiating a seasoned confidence.


    Nearby stood Dayton, no longer resembling the dying man he once was. Vitality now filled his being as heughed heartily, patting Jett’s back during their lively exchange.


    “I can’t stand schmoozing with those officials,” came Alden’s whisper close to my ear.


    Curiosity prompted me to ask, “Why do these officials seem different from those at Cody’s banquet?”


    Lifting his chin disdainfully, Alden chuckled. “These are the officials loyal to the mayor. Naturally, they wouldn’t attend Cody’s banquet.” Understanding dawned as I nodded slightly.


    Just then, Dayton’s keen gaze swept across the room andnded on us. Recognition sparked in his eyes as his face broke into a warm smile. With a friendly wave toward Alden, he called out heartily, “Alden, what are you doing over there? Come over and greet these elders.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Alden led me to the center of the banquet hall. It was then that Dayton’s piercing gaze found me.


    His smile widened, and he asked, “You must be Mr. Burton’s wife, Ailyn Burton?”


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    I nodded politely, returning his smile, and replied, “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Pierce. I’ve heard a lot about you.”


    Dayton nodded repeatedly, obviously pleased with my words. “I must say, Mrs. Burton, you and Mr. Burton are a match made in heaven.” I nced at Jett upon hearing this.


    Jett met my eyes for a few seconds before looking away as though he couldn’t bear to hold my gaze.


    Composing himself, he smiled at Dayton and said, “You tter us, Mr. Pierce.”


    Dayton patted Jett on the shoulder and, in a voice heavy with sincerity, said, “You saved my life, Mr. Burton. You don’t have to be so modest.” He paused, his expression growing serious, and continued, “This banquet serves two purposes. The first is to show the people of Marehelm that I’ve recovered, so that those with ill intentions will retreat into the shadows. The second reason is to thank you properly. The one hundred thousand gold coins I promised you will be given to you. Beyond that, if there’s anything else within my power that I could do, just let me know.”


    Jett maintained his smile and replied, “You’re too kind to me, Mr. Pierce. Saving lives is the sacred duty of a doctor. I simply did what I was meant to do.”


    Jett’s humility caused Dayton’s admiration for him to deepen. As they spoke light-heartedly, a suddenmotion erupted at the entrance of the banquet hall.


    “The Lycan princes have arrived,” a voice announced.


    All eyes turned to the entrance.


    The tall, handsome figures of the three Lycan princes strode into the banquet hall, drawing the attention of all present.


    “It’s an honor to have you here, Your Highnesses!” Dayton said loudly as he led a group of officials to greet the princes.


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