Pampered By Power: The True Heiress Returns

Chapter 92

The next morning at ten o’clock, Zane waited patiently at the airport’s entrance. When Vincent came out and saw Za expression turned dark. He turned to Faelan, who was close behind, and snapped, “Did you tell him?”

Faelan looked confused; he had shared the itinerary but only with Alice, not Zane. He scratched his head and said. “V I only spoke to Alice.”

It didn’t take much thinking to see what had happened. Thinking of Alice softened Vincent’s gaze a bit, but he was sta feel a headache thinking about how Zane still hadn’t gotten married after all this time.

Zane stepped forward, his voice low. “Grandpa.”

“What are you doing here?” Vincent turned his head away and let out a low grunt.

Zane hung his head and stayed quiet. The air grew heavy until Faelan finally said, “Vincent, Zane is out of goodwill. Ple don’t be mad at him.”

Vincent glanced sideways at Faelan before looking back at Zane. “Do you plan to bring a bride home this year?

As Zane was about to answer, Faelan jumped in eagerly, “Zane has charm and grace. Many women would be happy to n him; finding a bride should be easy!”

While he spoke, Faelan waved discreetly to Zane, hoping he’d continue in a way that wouldn’t upset Vincent further; otherwise, they’d both be in trouble.

Zane caught Faelan’s look and replied gloomily, “I will certainly try.”

as he walked

to steady Vincent. Vincent said, “You don’t need to help me! I’m still quite strong. Just

deep breath–keeping the peace between these two was not easy. Fortunately, Vincent was still strong and full of energy, even in his

a seat. Zane asked, “Should we go straight to the Iskoria

we’re going to Milton

there. Before he could ask, Faelan explained, “Mr. Hartley is looking for an apprentice

plan to scout apprentices in Sivro, and Alice hadn’t mentioned it either.

School Just as they were about to enter, Vincent

to Faelan, saying, “Take good

Hartley,”

go!” Vincent declared, and with that, he and Faelan entered

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arrived a day earlier than planned, the school was as quiet as usual. However, the sight of an old man and a young man caught

their curious stares, his goal was to find

calm and focused, avoiding the shallow things to create the most meaningful works. If he couldn’t find this person, he would prefer not to take

students focused on their work, showing a range of styles, but there was a hint of inexperience. After a while, one student stepped forward, looking at them suspiciously. “What do you

must be up to something bad. Noticing the hostility in the student’s tone, Faelan frowned. “Please, leave

voice, catching the attention of