The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 452 – Being Expelled from the Cinnabar Sect

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Mark's heart skipped a beat.

He had expected trouble—after all, it was John—but he didn't think things would escalate like this. Now he had no idea how to keep the act going.

He felt completely helpless.

What Mark didn't know was...

In the beginning, John really had mistaken Violet for Kate. That's why he pinched her face. It hadn't been flirting—it was confusion.

But who would believe that?

Maybe Faith would, since she knew her daughter had been lost long ago. But if he told her the truth, wouldn't he be exposing Kate too soon?

What if Kate didn't want to return to the Cloud School?

Why invite more trouble?

So John took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"It's my fault," he said. "Please expel me from the Cinnabar Sect as punishment."

Mark was stunned for a moment before realization hit.

His face turned grim, and he barked, "John, since you've admitted your mistake, you must be punished. As you wish—from this moment on, you are no longer a disciple of the Cinnabar Sect!"

He acted with a righteous, solemn air.

What a joke.

John had never truly been a disciple of the Cinnabar Sect in the first place—how could he be expelled?

This was all just an act to satisfy Faith and Violet.

Mark couldn't help admiring John's cleverness. Brilliant move—he had created a fake identity, used it to mess around with a top-tier beauty like Violet, then offered himself up for punishment just in time to cleanly cut ties.

It was shameless. It was outrageous. It was... genius.

He'd lived so many years, but this was the first time he'd seen someone play the game this well.

Mark cleared his throat and said seriously, "Miss Moore, I've now expelled this Baldy—uh, I mean, John—from the sect. From today on, whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with the Cinnabar Sect. Are you satisfied with this outcome?"

Violet fell silent.

She wasn't unreasonable by nature. She wasn't someone who sought revenge for the sake of pride. But this time, John had truly crossed a line.

And what angered her most was how the Cinnabar Sect tried to shield him.

That's why she demanded severe punishment.

But... expulsion? Wasn't that too much?

She recalled what Presbyter Nancy had said—that John was Zack Lance's only direct disciple. Could they really throw him out of the sect so soon after Zack's death?

Guilt pricked her heart. She hesitated. "Mr. Leonard, maybe we could choose another punishment instead—like imprisoning him for a few months?"

"No way!" John interrupted sharply. "I'm a man. I should take responsibility for my actions.

"I admit I was... overcome in the moment. I lost control when I saw such a beautiful woman like Miss Violet. I acted stupidly. I deserve to be punished!"

That said, he now had a completely new impression of Violet.

She wanted to speak again, but her mother beat her to it.

"Violet, don't feel sorry for him. He deserves worse than this," Faith said coldly. "This damn Baldy smeared your purity. Kicking him out of the sect is getting off easy."

Violet blinked in shock. fгeewebnovёl.com

Wasn't this already severe enough?

She had grown up in the Cloud School. She couldn't imagine the pain of being expelled by her own sect.

Besides... John hadn't really done anything as extreme as "smearing her purity," had he?

She didn't quite agree with her mother's harsh words.

At that moment, Faith turned her sharp gaze to Mark.

"This isn't just about the Baldy," she said. "The Cinnabar Sect still owes me an explanation."

Mark immediately understood where this was going, but he pretended not to and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Tell me who the inheritor of Queen Cyan's will is."

As expected.

Faith had used John's offense as a smokescreen to get to what she really wanted.

First, she exploded with anger about Violet.

Then, even after John was "expelled," she said it wasn't enough—just to pave the way for this question.

What a calculating woman.

Mark cursed silently.

But then a strange look crossed his face.

Lady, the person you're asking about is standing right behind you. You literally just called him Baldy. Now you're asking me again?

He didn't even know what expression to wear at this point. This whole situation was ridiculous.

"I won't tell you who the inheritor is," he said. "And frankly, I don't think he wants to see you."

Faith's eyes narrowed. "Why do you say that?"

Mark just chuckled.

With a meaningful smile, he shook his head and said nothing more.

Tight-lipped old fox. Faith cursed in her mind. He wasn't going to give up the identity that easily.

Her eyes swept across the room.

She happened to glance back—and noticed the Baldy behind her was pursing his lips tightly, clearly holding back laughter.

That was the last straw.

Her fury surged. She turned to him and barked, "What the hell are you laughing at?"