Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 853 Deeply Grateful

Only then did Peter manage to restrain his natural instincts. Yet, his narrowed eyes never left Sylvia for a moment, clearly captivated by her stunning beauty.

After all, she was a woman who bore over ninety percent resemblance to Ninette. How could she not be stunning?

“Greetings, Mr. Ruben, Mr. Peter!” said Sylvia.

Sylvia was born in Cloudmist Academy, a place renowned for its profound literary heritage. Her manners were naturally refined and appropriate, reflecting the grace and poise that was expected of her upbringing.

After studying her, Ruben’couldn’t help but marvel in admiration. What a wonderful young lady she is. It’s a pity that her mother is Ameera, a status–conscious woman. One way or other, her mother inevitably have some influence on her.

With a gentle smile, Ruben said, “Ms. Morris, this is Mr. Griffins, the chosen successor of Heavenly Sword King.”

In truth, he didn’t need to say it. After politely exchanging greetings, Sylvia had already shifted her gaze onto Emrys, studying him intently.

Before Sylvia entered Sword King Hall, Ameera had instructed her to perform two tasks. Apart from trying to get on good terms with the heir of Sword King Hall as much as possible, there was another more crucial objective, which was to probe whether he was truly Emrys or not.

After all, everything too coincidental.

was j

Emrys startling news emerged that a successor had appeared at Sword King Mountain, a place, that had been

Ameera kept insisting that it couldn’t possibly be Emrys, deep down, she was filled with uncertainty.

was true for

the other, she was unsure

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by the unfamiliar voice of a young man. “Ms. Morris,

to belong to Emrys,

one’s tone by controlling the voice was not really a difficult

composure, Sylvia apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Griffins. I was momentarily lost in thought because your figure

Griffins, I sincerely hope you will not take it to heart.” As she spoke, her clear eyes were intently fixed on Emrys‘ gaze.

Sylvia could only gauge his

actions.

help but sneer

Soul Cloak Stone, he had also disguised his aura. Therefore, the familiarity Sylvia claimed to sense was

of saying that, of course,

to being raised single–handedly by Ameera. At first glance, she appeared as pure as

little schemes were simply insignificant in front of Emrys, and