Clayton, who had fallen, quickly turned to see who had bumped into him.
The moment he saw the person, he froze in surprise—it was Bravus.
Bravus looked flustered, frantically brushing off Clayton's clothes as if trying to fix the mess he had caused.
"I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to, Young Master Clayton!" he said, his tone seemingly sincere.
To the average onlooker, it sounded like a heartfelt apology. But standing this close, Clayton wasn't fooled. The faint, smug smile on Bravus's lips betrayed his true intentions.
Anger surged in Clayton.
"Bravus! What do you think you're doing, bumping into me while I was holding my food?"
Bravus sneered for a moment, then quickly shifted to a wounded expression, as if he were the victim.
"Clayton, I know it was my fault. Please, forgive me. It was purely accidental. I mean, what would I gain by doing it on purpose?"
Clayton's fury deepened.
"Don't play games with me, Bravus!" he snapped, his eyes blazing.
