Chapter 1211:

“Shouldn’t I despise Brevard?” Waylon chuckled bitterly.

“Everyone praises Marisa for her grandeur, but little do they know it was Brevard’s failings that drove her to her limits. If not for Brevard, she wouldn’t have exhausted herself to death at such a young age!”

Harlee observed Waylon, seated at the head of the table.

Despite his evident anger, there was an unmistakable softness in his tone when he spoke of Marisa. Waylon had feelings for Marisa? What was this about? Wasn’t Waylon supposed to be Marisa’s adopted son? Harlee experienced a surge of confusion but kept her expression neutral.

“Do you know Brevard is still alive?” Waylon smirked.

“He’s locked up in the cellar by me.

He’ll never see daylight again.

Ha!”

had lost his mind. She had assumed Waylon was motivated by greed or

Rovania. Logically, Rovania’s destiny

vanished, she

to smear Mogluylia’s reputation, she wouldn’t

had been nodding off, chin in hand, suddenly sharpened his gaze at the mention of Marisa. Something felt wrong. Sensing Waylon’s real motives, he subtly squeezed Harlee’s hand beneath

– check it

they had ensnared Waylon in a trap, but it appeared Waylon had laid out

shift in expression, Waylon let out a

caught on. Yes, I’ve done everything

a

Rovania government. You’re looking to bury the Rovania government along

“Exactly!” Waylon nodded enthusiastically.

a true

of thirty?” His motivation was clear:

voiced her

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