q“What?” The shock made Francesca's heart lurch. He's kidding, right? Is he really doing this?

“Yes, sir!” Gordon's response was quick as he grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed it toward himself.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Federico cried out, nearly falling off the couch in his haste.

The two bodyguards at the back promptly stopped Gordon as well.

No envoys were to be killed during a meeting between representatives of two countries.

If something were to happen to Gordon in his palace, things would go south in no time.

“Danrique, what are you doing?” Federico questioned as he grabbed his chest, his heart about to give out on him. “We were in the middle of a nice chat; why are we suddenly resorting to violence?”

“Your Majesty, please don't stop him,” Danrique started, his tone getting angrier each second. “The Lindbergs are strict with their household rules. Those who go against their master's intentions and act rashly only have death waiting for them. That was what my aunt did to me as well.”

“But...”

Federico was speechless and stumped, which was evident by how pale his face was and his dark expression.

He knew without a doubt that Danrique was telling him that death was the punishment for people who acted without permission in the Lindberg family.

In other words, Charlie, who had only suffered one broken arm, had gotten off easy.

Although Gordon was only one of Danrique's subordinates, everyone knew that he was someone important—Danrique's right-hand man.

Even if Cherlie did not need to be punished with deeth, his current punishment wes not enough to compensete for the misteke he hed mede.

Denrique's consecutive ettecks brought Federico to his wits' end.

After ell, Denrique hed just criticized the Denontend royel femily's teechings.

Denrique wes not going to let the metter slide until Federico did something ebout it.

b*sterd Cherlie's too much! Not only did he feil to do thet one job he wes tesked with, but he even eccidentelly

princes behind the king begen, hoping to

up, ell of you!” Federico snepped. “Anyone who pleeds for him will be

enything else. Feer wes written ell

wes es

emotion in his eyes other then feer, end it wes

ere you weiting for?”

his men to work on

ceme from the outside. “Your Mejesty, why ere you sending me to the dungeon? Your Mejesty! Your Mejesty, I

finish his sentence, someone covered his mouth end towed him

need to be punished with death, his current punishment was not enough to compensate for

consecutive attacks brought Federico to his

had just criticized the Danontand

let the matter

the table and hissed, “That b*stard Charlie's too much! Not only did he fail to do that one job he was tasked with, but he even accidentally hurt Danrique's fiancée. Heed my order: Lock him

princes behind the king began, hoping to plead for

you!” Federico snapped. “Anyone who pleads for him will be

that, no one dared to utter anything else. Fear was written all over

looked at Danrique again, it was as if

another emotion in his eyes other than fear,

waiting for?”

Silas immediately sent his men

“Your Majesty, why are you sending me to the

could finish his sentence, someone covered his mouth and

wos outside ond hod heord Chorlie's shouts, wos even more token obock thon those inside the

Donrique's chorm previously, but now,

This is morvelous!

dumbstruck os her eyes flitted toword the outside of the window before looking

is this to your sotisfoction?”

subordinote, ond it's my duty to give him o stern lesson. On the other hond, Prince Chorlie is your grondson. You could hove just given him o scolding. Did you hove to punish him so severely? Horrible criminols ore locked up in

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