Ryanna entered the room, her makeup flawless as she addressed the king confidently.
“Father, Vincent and I have decided together. You don’t need to intervene. We will manage this ourselves.”
The king paused, studying his daughter’s resolute expression, and ultimately gave a reluctant nod. “If you’re sure, then handle it yourselves.”
“Thank you, Father.”
Ryanna then turned her attention back to Vincent. The warmth and affection once evident in her gaze had vanished.
“Vincent, I understand you’re leaving tonight. Travel safely, and let me know when you arrive.”
After a brief hesitation, she added, “Don’t read too much into this. You are a friend, and it’s natural to care about a friend’s well-being, right?”
Vincent nodded briefly in acknowledgment. “Indeed.” He then turned and left, paying no further attention to Ryanna.
Ryanna watched him leave, her gaze intense and her hands clenched at her sides.
Seeing her distress, the king approached with a tone of concern.
“Are you sure about ending the engagement? If so, I can find someone more suitable for you.”
Ryanna’s face remained stoic, her resolve clear. “I know what I’m doing.”
Though Katelyn and the others had a flight scheduled for that night, they only arrived in Granville the next morning.
Jaxen, stretching lazily, was nostalgic yet thrilled.
“Being away in Yata for so long, I’m eager to return to my usual life—yacht parties, gatherings with beautiful women, all of it,” he said.
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Katelyn gave him a stern look and countered, “Why is it that you revert to your old ways as soon as we’re back in Granville? Forgetting all about Alfy, are we?”
Jaxen’s smile quickly faded, and he replied, “I was just kidding.”
Katelyn’s expression turned sly as she wagged a finger between them. “I’ll be watching you closely.”
If Jaxen hadn’t changed his ways, Katelyn knew she would be a significant obstacle in his pursuit of Alfy.
Looking uneasy, Jaxen scratched his head, coughed heavily, and reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’ll behave properly.” Then, leaning in closer to Katelyn with a mischievous grin, he asked, “So, when will you take me on as your apprentice?”
Since Katelyn had confirmed she was indeed TS, Jaxen’s demeanor toward her had shifted dramatically. Despite their long acquaintance and the history they shared, their relationship had never advanced beyond friendship. Yet now, Jaxen’s enthusiasm for her mentorship had grown exponentially, often pondering how he might persuade Katelyn to mentor him, especially first thing each morning.
Katelyn’s response, though tinged with amusement, clearly dampened Jaxen’s hopes.
“Alfy will be my only apprentice in this lifetime.”
Jaxen, eyebrow arched confidently, countered, “I’m brimming with confidence. I’ll surely persuade you eventually.”
Inwardly, Katelyn thought, Perhaps in the next life.
It was Vincent who broke the flow of their exchange.
“Let’s head home and rest. After our extended stay in Yata, it’s time we returned to our usual routines here.” He then turned to Katelyn specifically. “You have two days off. Use them to recharge. Remember, the upcoming exhibition in two months is pivotal for the company. I expect a flawless performance from you.”
“Understood, Mr. Adams,” Katelyn acknowledged, nodding earnestly. Once they parted ways at the airport, she went directly home.
After enjoying a warm shower and some downtime, Katelyn sat down at her computer to delve into the royal family’s secrets. Her visit to the palace had been too brief for any significant discoveries. She was up against a tight deadline set by her enemy—only until tomorrow to respond.
The palace’s stringent rules meant that even minor indiscretions by the staff could lead to harsh punishments.
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Katelyn pondered deeply and decided to investigate a palace fire that had occurred over twenty years ago, rumored to have been caused by a political power struggle. The incident was said to have destroyed many secrets, and she suspected it might hold the clues she needed.
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