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!”

She had assumed Waylon was motivated by greed or ambition,

wanted chaos in Rovania. Logically,

the nation vanished, she wouldn’t

Waylon aimed to smear

Something felt wrong. Sensing Waylon’s real motives, he subtly squeezed Harlee’s hand beneath the table, signaling with a private

– check it

noted something off but hadn’t put it together until now. She once thought they had ensnared Waylon in a trap, but

subtle shift in expression, Waylon let

looks like you’ve caught on. Yes, I’ve

made a bold

government. You’re looking to bury

“Exactly!” Waylon nodded enthusiastically.

was a

how could she have passed away at the mere age of thirty?” His motivation was

voiced her deduction

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