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!”

mind. She had assumed Waylon was

just wanted chaos in Rovania. Logically, Rovania’s destiny was irrelevant

nation vanished, she

if Waylon aimed to smear Mogluylia’s

mention of Marisa. Something felt wrong. Sensing

check it

had ensnared Waylon in a trap, but it

in expression, Waylon let out a triumphant

on. Yes, I’ve done everything to draw

made a

Rovania government. You’re looking

“Exactly!” Waylon nodded enthusiastically.

was a

have passed away at the mere age of thirty?” His motivation was clear: he sought

voiced her deduction

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