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.”

Vincent said as he walked toward

help me! I’m still quite strong. Just find me a bride,

breath–keeping the peace between these two was not easy.

seat. Zane asked, “Should we go straight to the Iskoria Villa?”

said, “No, we’re going to Milton School.”

Vincent could want there. Before he could ask, Faelan explained, “Mr. Hartley is looking for

about Vincent’s plan to scout apprentices in Sivro, and Alice

were about to enter, Vincent shot an irritated look

to Faelan, saying, “Take good

worry, Mr. Hartley,” Faelan

and with that, he and Faelan entered Milton School,

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earlier than planned, the school was as quiet as usual. However, the sight of an

wonder what they were doing at their school. Vincent ignored their curious stares, his goal was to find a talented student, someone whose spirit wasn’t spoiled by

the shallow things to create the most meaningful works. If he couldn’t find this person,

art studio on the second floor, they found a group of students focused on their work, showing a range of styles, but there was a

had watched them hanging around at the entrance and thought they must be up to something bad.

student raised his voice, catching the attention of Elysia,