Marquise Julienne felt her soul leave her body.
Because her baby was popping out things like he's never really heard of the word "scarcity."
Because on the bare table, without any sort of grounding material, Ollie Mylor was placing Luca's rejects upon rejects.
Yes, rejects.
"???"
"Brother…?" Luca blinked, confused. "Aren't those the discarded pieces from the hangar?" asked Luca, who was wondering why his brother would bring those of all things?
If he wanted to bring something out, why not bring out the ones that actually made the cut?
"Did you not find the ones that passed the testing?" blinked the golden-eyed mechanic who was spouting slanderous comments that would have gotten the knees of several masters weak had they heard his words.
"Oh no, brother, I have them here too. Just so we could show everyone what made YOUR cut."
"Huh?"
"Julie?" asked Marquis Osmond, staring at his wife, whose expression now resembled someone watching history being rewritten in front of her.
