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Howard noticed Milly blushing—a rare sight that captivated him. He gently stroked her hair, his touch filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes.
Across from them, Isabella and Andrew exchanged knowing glances, clearly overwhelmed by the unintentional display of affection unfolding before them.
Isabella cleared her throat, breaking the moment. “You two should rest today. Andrew and I have some things to take care of.”
“Where are you going?” Howard asked.
“There are still a few matters we need to attend to,” Isabella replied casually. “We have to deal with some financial conglomerates.”
Andrew chimed in, “We’re helping Dottie secure her position, and in return, she’ll lend us a hand.”
“Dottie?” Howard echoed, his curiosity piqued.
Isabella almost forgot that Howard had no idea who the girl was that he’d saved. “Do you remember rescuing a girl from the Serpentine Palers?”
“Yes, how do you know?”
“That girl,” Isabella explained, “is Dottie.”
Howard looked stunned, his gaze shifting to Milly, who seemed equally surprised.
Isabella continued, “Funny how fate works, isn’t it? If you hadn’t saved Dottie, the queen wouldn’t have stepped in to help me. I might not have made it past the palace gates.”
“I see… But as far as I know, Dottie has some… intellectual issues,” Howard remarked.
“I’ve already cured her,” Isabella reassured him.
“You’re incredible, Isabella,” Howard said, admiration evident in his voice.
“Alright, you two should get some rest. Andrew and I will be heading out,” Isabella said, then glanced at the time before leaving with Andrew.
The truth was, Howard and Milly were so wrapped up in each other that it felt awkward to stay any longer.
But seeing them happy brought Isabella genuine joy. A soft smile played on her lips.
Everything was finally falling into place, and that brought a much-needed sense of relief.
“You’ve got nothing left to worry about now,” Andrew said, taking her hand.
“Yeah, it’s a relief that Howard is okay,” Isabella replied.
Their destination today was the Black family’s house.
With the Hunt family already out of the picture, all that remained was ensuring the Blacks didn’t back Savannah. Once that was handled, Dottie would secure her position as the queen.
In the car, Isabella’s phone rang—it was Babette.
“I heard about the explosion at the base of the Serpentine Palers. Is your brother alright?” Babette asked, casting a glance at Dottie, who sat next to her.
Dottie, poised and regal, exuded the air of a queen, though her calm eyes revealed a flicker of concern.
Babette, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle change in Dottie. Howard’s timely rescue clearly meant something deeper to her.
“Thank you for asking, Your Majesty. Howard’s fine,” Isabella replied.
Babette exhaled in relief, and Dottie’s posture softened, a glimmer of joy lighting her eyes. Babette smiled knowingly, her fondness for Howard growing. A brilliant tech mind with a heart of gold, hailing from Lorpond—Howard seemed more and more like the perfect candidate for a son-in-law. The thought was certainly a pleasant one.
“Dottie is extremely grateful for your brother’s help. Isabella, if you have the time, please bring your brother to the palace. We’d love to properly host you both,” Babette suggested warmly.
“Thank you, Your Majesty. We’ll definitely visit when we can.”
“Where are you headed now?” Babette inquired.
“We’re on our way to the Black family’s house.”
Babette immediately understood the plan. “You’ve done so much for us these past days. If you can keep the throne from slipping into the wrong hands, I’ll make sure you’re rewarded generously. In fact, Lorpond’s business in Aswil will have our full backing.”
It was a promise of immense benefit for Lorpond’s future.
Isabella nodded in acknowledgment before ending the call. Dottie glanced at Babette. “You’re sending Isabella and Andrew to negotiate with the wealthy families?”
“Yes, we need to make sure you secure the throne,” Babette replied, meeting Dottie’s gaze.
Dottie’s brow furrowed, a cold glint flickering in her eyes. “Negotiating with the other families is one thing, but the Black family is different. Did you tell them?”
She knew her mother hadn’t, otherwise Isabella and Andrew wouldn’t be heading there so casually.
Babette looked away, avoiding Dottie’s gaze. “Dottie, trust me. I’ll make sure they’re safe.”
“Mom, Howard saved my life. And without Isabella, I wouldn’t have recovered. Isn’t it selfish to put them in danger?” Dottie’s voice hardened, her presence growing more imposing.
Babette’s face crumpled, and her shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.
Dottie’s anger melted away at the sight of her mother’s tears, and she quickly moved to comfort her. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to be so harsh.”
“Dottie, I know I’ve made mistakes. But they’re the only ones who can help us now. I’m thinking of the greater good—for the country. And I trust in their abilities. The Black family won’t dare harm them,” Babette said through her tears.
Dottie hugged Babette tightly, her heart weighed down by a sense of regret and helplessness. All of it stemmed from her own weakness.
If only she had been stronger, she might have avoided being poisoned and spared herself the loss of her cognitive abilities for an entire year. A whole year had been wasted, time she could have used to grow and learn. She couldn’t afford to lose any more time now. Once Babette left, Dottie threw herself back into her studies.
Meanwhile, after Isabella ended the call, she checked the latest news.
Things weren’t looking good for the Hunt family. After Patty’s dismissal of her customer, public sentiment toward her family had taken a sharp dive. Some people had even started boycotting Hunt Group’s malls, flocking instead to businesses owned by the Black family.
Patty, enraged by the backlash, retaliated by revealing that Isabella was the woman who had taken Waylon from her, which stirred up sympathy online.
But Waylon quickly stepped in, announcing that he had no romantic ties to Isabella and no connection to Patty either.
The situation spiraled into chaos, with some defending Patty’s actions while others labeled her delusional, claiming Waylon never liked her to begin with.
In the end, Hunt Group’s business took a hit, while the Black family saw a sharp rise in their fortunes.
Soon, Isabella and Andrew arrived at the grand entrance of the Black family’s mansion.
The mansion, perched elegantly on the hillside with a blend of soft gray and white hues, exuded an air of timeless sophistication—a reflection of a family that had held its place for generations.
As they approached the gate, a security guard stepped forward, his tone polite yet firm. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Why don’t you ask Miss Black if she’s pleased with the business I sent her way?” Isabella replied smoothly.
The guard blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before he moved to make the call. After a few moments, he returned with a more formal air. “Miss Black extends her invitation, but we don’t allow visitors’ vehicles into the mansion. Please step out of your car.”
Isabella raised an eyebrow at the subtle power play.
Andrew casually remarked, “Well, if Miss Black isn’t keen on welcoming us properly, we’re happy to leave.”
The guard’s face tightened. Realizing they were serious, he quickly relayed the message.
Inside the mansion’s study, Sonya Black, who had been quietly reading, lifted an eyebrow at the report.
“Since they’re such honored guests, let’s show them the proper courtesy. Have them brought in with our car,” she instructed smoothly.
Clearly, these two were more formidable than she had anticipated.
At the entrance, the guard relayed Sonya’s message and swiftly arranged a car to escort them. Isabella and Andrew stepped out of their vehicle and settled into the Black family’s sleek ride. As they made their way through the estate, they couldn’t help but notice the distinctiveness of the mansion’s grounds.
Instead of the typical display of exotic flowers, the Black family’s courtyard was filled with towering, ancient trees, each a relic of centuries past. The rows of these majestic trees stood tall and orderly, their thick canopies casting dappled shadows on the perfectly manicured grounds. The atmosphere was serene yet carried a touch of something almost haunting beneath its tranquility.
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