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If it were up to Babette or Yolanda, she knew she wouldn’t be subjected to such harsh punishment.
Growing impatient with her protests, the guard shoved her aside and slammed the cell door with a resounding clang.
Soon, her screams echoed through the place, cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade.
“You’re safe now. Can you let me go?”
Tied up in the passenger seat, Savannah glared at Andrew’s stoic, unyielding face, filled with nothing but hatred.
Throughout her life, she had manipulated others, but this was the first time she had been on the receiving end of such deceit.
Moreover, the incident had been witnessed by many at the palace. Savannah feared that rumors might tarnish her reputation.
Andrew had destroyed the image she had so carefully crafted over the years. Such a scandal could ruin her father’s chances in the upcoming general election! Her hatred for Andrew intensified. If she had a gun at that moment, she wouldn’t have hesitated to use it.
Andrew, however, ignored her entirely.
“Can you hear me? You’re safe now, away from the palace. Can you let me go?” Savannah asked. “I know you’ve regained your memory, and I admit I made mistakes. You’ve already struck me, so let’s just end it here. From now on, we’re done with each other!”
Savannah tried to reason with him, hoping he would release her. If she made it back, she would issue a warrant for Andrew’s arrest immediately. Her hatred for him was boundless.
But Andrew remained silent, his expression cold and merciless, radiating an unmistakable aura of danger.
As the environment grew more unsettling, Savannah’s anxiety mounted.
“Where are you taking me?”
It became clear to Savannah that Andrew had no intention of releasing her.
Eventually, the car came to a stop in front of an apartment building. Andrew exited and forcefully dragged Savannah inside.
As she was pulled along, Savannah’s body scraped painfully against the ground, adding insult to injury. As royalty, she had never faced such humiliation.
Andrew shoved her into a room and locked the door behind her. Trapped in the dark, Savannah banged desperately on the door.
“Andrew, let me out! You promised that if we didn’t send anyone after you, you would let me go!” Savannah shouted, but no reply came. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the floor.
She was surrounded by darkness, her fear intensifying. As she reflected on her actions, she regretted ever challenging Andrew, who had revealed himself to be a devil. He not only jeopardized her pursuit of power, but also humiliated her.
Tears slipped from Savannah’s eyes.
As time dragged on, she continued to pound on the door and shout repeatedly, but there was no response.
With one final blow, the door unexpectedly creaked open. Savannah rushed out, tumbling to the floor. Standing before her were several guards and a startled Yolanda, who quickly helped her to her feet.
Yolanda’s face was a mask of restrained emotion as they made their way back to the palace.
Once inside Savannah’s room, Yolanda slapped her sharply across the face.
“Mom, you’re hitting me now?” Savannah covered her face, her eyes filled with tears.
“What were you thinking?” Yolanda’s voice was full of frustration. “Do you even realize what people are saying about you now? Everything you’ve worked so hard for has been ruined by that man!”
Yolanda continued, “I care about you, but your father’s career matters more. Can’t you see how serious your mistake was this time?”
Savannah remained silent. She knew that her actions would affect her father’s career.
She quietly wept.
After a moment of anger, Yolanda sighed. “What happened? Didn’t you say the hypnotist replaced Andrew’s memories?”
“Yes,” Savannah answered, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t know why Andrew suddenly changed. I’ll ask the hypnotist later.”
“There’s no time for that,” Yolanda replied impatiently. “We need to get rid of the hypnotist now to protect our secret.”
Yolanda paused and then said, “I’ll call the doctor to treat your wounds. After that, you need to apologize to your father.”
“Alright,” Savannah murmured, her head bowed, her eyes hidden beneath her hair.
Yolanda added, “Don’t be too heartbroken. Even though we couldn’t gain control over the Klein family, we still have an ace up our sleeve in Lorpond.”
The news of Savannah’s return quickly spread throughout the palace. Meanwhile, Isabella was completing Dottie’s final treatment.
The last traces of poison left Dottie’s body, and she was fully healed.
With a calm, ocean-like gaze, Dottie extended her hand and caught a bird flying by. The bird let out a frantic cry in her grasp.
Waylon stood a short distance away, completely stunned. He hadn’t even seen how Dottie made her move.
It honestly felt unfair to him—there had to be something in those female genes that gave them an edge over men! Dottie slowly opened her hand, and the terrified bird, sensing its release, flapped its wings in a frantic rush to escape.
Isabella glanced at Dottie with admiration. Dottie possessed incredible strength but never misused it against the innocent. She carried herself with the regal air of someone destined to lead.
“You’ve fully recovered. Congratulations. We’ll be leaving now,” Isabella said.
Dottie gazed at Isabella, a flicker of reluctance in her eyes. “Isabella, you could stay a few more days.”
“I have things I need to take care of,” Isabella replied.
Dottie didn’t press further, sensing the sadness that lingered behind Isabella’s composed exterior. She knew from her mother about Isabella’s situation and understood. With quiet determination, Dottie promised, “When I claim the throne, I’ll make sure justice is served for you.”
Isabella gave a gentle smile. “Alright, thank you.”
With that, they parted ways. As Isabella and Waylon left the palace, Waylon turned to her. “Should we go find Andrew?”
Isabella pulled out her phone. “No. Right now, Andrew isn’t their target. They’ve likely shifted their focus to someone else. I need to warn Dane.”
“What’s going on?” Waylon asked, scratching his head in confusion.
“Hector is Savannah’s informant in Lorpond,” Isabella said calmly, explaining Hector’s secretive actions. Waylon was shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“God! I always thought Hector was a nice guy!”
Who could’ve guessed that someone who appeared so dignified on the surface was scheming behind the scenes in Lorpond?
Dane sat in his office when Isabella’s call came through. “Alright, I understand. I’ve always been cautious. But what about you? Is everything running smoothly on your end?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Isabella responded calmly, “Yes. The election is coming up soon. I can promise you, Savannah’s dream is about to fall apart.”
“Really?” Dane mused. “They’ve been planning for ages. Do you really think they’ll fail just because they don’t have the Patton and Klein families backing them?”
“Of course not. Their trump cards aren’t just our families. They’ve also got the Serpentine Palers. But Howard is with them, and I’m confident he’ll tear them down from the inside,” Isabella smiled.
Nearby, Waylon listened, growing more confused with each word. The longer his siblings talked, the less he understood.
When the call ended, he couldn’t hold back anymore and asked for details. Isabella didn’t leave him in the dark. She explained everything to him.
“So… you, Dane, and Howard are all in on this? I’m the only one who’s been kept in the dark?” Waylon groaned, feeling utterly left out. Were they even still family?
Isabella’s voice softened as she reassured him, “Waylon, we just want you to be happy every day.”
Waylon was at a loss for words. He felt like an absolute fool.
“But hey, I’ve got my strengths too. I’m pretty good at steering public opinion online. Just look—Savannah and her family are getting torn apart right now!” Waylon pulled out his phone with a flourish. “Savannah’s family has been trying to cool things down, even going so far as to threaten the media. But I had a little chat with the queen beforehand. Those media outlets won’t buckle under pressure. The queen has got their backs.”
Isabella scrolled through the comments online, and sure enough, the backlash was fierce.
Savannah’s once gentle, dignified image had been completely shattered, and rumors of her manipulating one of Lorpond’s wealthiest men only made the citizens despise her more.
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