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Isabella was at a loss, too. That was the reason she was heading there. She had to figure out what had driven Andrew to willingly go to Aswil.
Holding the badge of the Klein family, she went directly to the Klein family’s private airport. After several hours in the air, she touched down in Aswil as evening shadows fell.
Waylon, who was in town for a concert, picked up Isabella and drove her to a hotel.
His global travels and extensive contacts had given him a deep understanding of Aswil’s current dynamics.
Over dinner, Waylon said, “In Aswil, the big businesses hold tremendous influence, and the king’s brother is closely allied with them. The two brothers engage in both overt and covert competition. Savannah is the daughter of the king’s brother. An alliance with the Klein family would be a major global talking point. Such a move would strengthen her father’s political position and pave his way to the throne.”
Isabella considered this information, which wasn’t entirely new to her. “However, if the conglomerates continue to hold power, the wealthy will thrive while the poor will find it harder and harder to rise.”
“Exactly,” Waylon agreed, noticing that Isabella’s plate remained untouched.
He offered her some food, saying, “Thankfully, Andrew isn’t facing any immediate danger. We need a good meal to help us strategize!”
Isabella met Waylon’s concerned look and nodded, beginning to eat. The food was flavorful, but it also reminded her of Andrew’s comforting, home-cooked meals.
While they dined, a sudden knock interrupted the quiet. “Waylon, come out here!” someone shouted, banging on the door.
Waylon muttered a curse under his breath. “Damn!”
“Who is it?” Isabella asked.
“It’s the daughter of my boss I mentioned earlier. She’s also Savannah’s cousin!” Waylon explained with frustration. “She must have heard I brought you here and now she wants to stir up trouble. She’s so irritating!” Isabella sympathized with him.
Waylon didn’t answer the door, but the knocking intensified.
“Waylon, come out! Is there a woman with you? Open the door in one minute or I’ll break it down! Don’t underestimate me!” The person outside exuded arrogance.
Waylon was seething but felt powerless, knowing that this spoiled woman might actually follow through on her threat.
“Do you need my help?” Isabella asked.
“You help me? How?” Waylon questioned skeptically. He had his doubts. If he was struggling with this spoiled woman, what could Isabella possibly do?
Isabella stood up, approached the door, and swung it open. A slap was aimed at her, but she effortlessly caught it with one hand.
The woman confronting Isabella was dressed in high-end fashion and clutched an extravagant bag, signaling her status as a top-tier heiress.
Taken aback, the woman paused for a moment, then yanked her hand away, glaring at Isabella. “Waylon is my man. Don’t you know that, you shameless bitch?”
Isabella laughed softly. “Just as Princess Savannah described…”
The woman was puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”
“Not much. Just that an empty-headed heiress really can’t compare to a princess,” Isabella commented lightly.
The remark soured the woman’s expression and deepened her frustration. Growing up alongside Savannah, she had always been compared to her, a reality that had wounded her deeply. Yet, she couldn’t express these feelings, as Savannah held the title of princess!
But why should this audacious woman be allowed to criticize her?
“You bitch, how dare you criticize me?” The woman raised her hand once more.
Isabella stood unguarded, a faint smile playing on her lips as she gazed at the woman before her. “Well, you hardly seem fit to be my opponent. You’re related to Savannah by blood, yet you’re so… beneath her. No wonder she looks down on you. Your mothers are sisters, yet Savannah lives in the palace while you’re stuck out here. How pathetic!”
The woman’s face twisted with fury, and she screamed, “You vile creature! I’m still better than you, no matter what! Seize her!”
At her command, the bodyguards stepped forward to apprehend Isabella.
Seeing this, Waylon was ready to step in, but Isabella shot him a look.
The woman sneered. “Who says I can’t stay in the palace? I have a house there too! Before your death, I’ll show you what real power looks like, you wretch!”
In that moment, it clicked for Waylon. Isabella was provoking the woman on purpose, all to gain access to the palace. Patty Hunt, infamous for her fiery temper, was easily riled—and just as easily manipulated.
Waylon couldn’t help but admire Isabella; she was incredibly sharp, turning the situation to her advantage with such ease. Once inside the palace, she could meet Andrew, couldn’t she? Still, a tinge of worry crept in. It was a palace, after all. Would Isabella be alright?
Patty’s bodyguards ushered Isabella into the car, and Patty sat across from her, arms crossed, radiating arrogance. “So, tell me, what’s your real reason for wanting to visit the palace?”
Isabella was briefly caught off guard—perhaps this woman wasn’t as foolish as she had assumed.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Isabella replied calmly.
Patty snorted, crossing her legs with a smug air of superiority. “Did you really think I’m that naive? You said all that just to rile me up so I’d bring you inside, didn’t you? My cousin is such a noble woman; how could she ever talk to someone like you?” A dangerous glint flickered in Patty’s eyes.
Isabella met her gaze coolly. “Do you remember the racing competition a few days ago?”
Of course, Patty remembered. It was the first global racing event held in Aswil. She had even attended as a spectator.
“Savannah was there. I’m a racer for the YM Club. Don’t you think I might’ve crossed paths with her?” Isabella said, her tone casual, almost dismissive.
Suddenly, it dawned on Patty. Savannah had always had her eyes on Andrew, a member of the YM Club, so she must have approached him back then.
Patty’s gaze towards Isabella changed.
Isabella’s eyes gleamed with a touch of disdain. “Because I met Savannah once, I know you and your cousin are leagues apart. Your mothers may be sisters, but the distance between you two is enormous.”
Patty stiffened, bristling at the remark.
“Yes, Savannah’s a princess, noble as ever, but I’m no less. I’m the daughter of Aswil’s most powerful financial conglomerate!” Patty proclaimed loudly. “Savannah might not even have as much freedom as I do. I can live wherever I want—inside or outside of the palace—but she’s stuck in there all the time.”
Isabella raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. “And what makes you, an outsider, think you have the right to live in the palace?”
Patty lifted her chin, her pride unmistakable. “Savannah’s father can compete for the throne because of my family’s backing. Of course, he has to give me a house in the palace. Hmph, before your death, I’ll let you take in the view.”
Isabella murmured softly, “So, the financial conglomerates really hold that much power…”
“Of course! Right now, Aswil is under our thumb. Once Savannah’s father rises to power, we’ll hold even greater influence,” Patty boasted, her arrogance spilling over. She couldn’t tolerate anyone saying she was inferior to Savannah, especially since everything Savannah had was thanks to her family and the other conglomerates’ backing. Without their support, Savannah’s father wouldn’t even stand a chance against the current king.
Savannah should be grateful to her.
They cruised through the bustling city streets and finally pulled up to the palace, whose entrance was heavily guarded.
Patty rolled down the window, and the security guard waved them through without hesitation.
Patty shot Isabella a proud look, while Isabella feigned surprise.
“So, you really can just waltz right in!”
Patty was quite satisfied with herself. “Of course. Without my family, Savannah wouldn’t be where she is today. Honestly, half of the palace should belong to us.” The influence of Aswil’s business tycoons was undeniably overwhelming.
They drove along the high walls until they reached the entrance of an imposing mansion.
Isabella looked unimpressed. “But your home is tucked away in such a remote spot.”
Patty bristled. “They only get to live in the center because of their surname. So what if my home is farther out? They still rely on our power.”
Isabella nodded. “That’s true.”
Patty smirked as she stepped out of the car.
The mansion loomed before them, exuding grandeur and dignity. Inside, it was even more breathtaking, with rare calligraphy and priceless paintings adorning the walls. The sheer extravagance of the design must have cost billions.
The king’s family probably wouldn’t have been able to afford such luxury without the support of business tycoons.
“See? This mansion was designed by a world-renowned architect. Every detail was crafted with care and precision. My mansion cost more than Savannah’s,” Patty said, her chin lifted high.
“That’s impossible. She’s a princess, after all,” Isabella said, feigning surprise.
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