Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 286

"Hey, big brother, is it that easy to detain your own fiancée?" Suddenly, a voice echoed from the other side of the room as another man entered, flanked by soldiers as well.

This newcomer sported a slicked-back hairstyle, unlike Max's, paired with gold- rimmed glasses. He wore a white, vintage-style suit and casually fanned himself as he walked in.

If he weren't slimmer and exuding a more delicate aura, you'd think he was Max's twin.

The moment he appeared, I was reminded of the man from last night. Wasn't he the one in the room at the Echinacea Inn? And he called Max his brother?

As he approached, Max waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately released Princess Harriet. She scurried barefoot to the man's side, exclaiming, "I knew it! He's been impersonating you, Silas. It infuriates me. You have to stand up for me, Garrett."

Beneath his glasses, a cold gleam flashed in Garrett's eyes as he looked down at her. "He is Silas, your betrothed. He just never wanted the engagement, so he had me posing as him. I'm Garrett, his brother, born just a minute later."

Harriet was momentarily stunned, looking towards Max. "So he's Silas?"

Max remained silent, and as Harriet attempted to run to him, he waved his hand again, and a line of soldiers blocked her path.

"Oh, brother, you're so cold to your own fiancée, especially when she's carrying your child," Garrett taunted.

Max moved to my side. I wanted to glare at him, but he leaned in and whispered, "With everyone watching, give me a little face."

I

fiancée," I

"Sorry for not updating you on the plan. It was

caught on as soon as you entered the banquet hall, so I

huffed, my voice lost in frustration, with nothing to

the fiancée takes

be dismissed." His words barely left his mouth before he announced,. "Princess Harriet of Bravenland, due to her

MS

in shock, clutching Garrett's hand. "Garrett, you know the

"No, it's not. Check the footage. The man you were with was a

for me to

last night; you

swnovel

anticipated your own

sent a

scoffed, though I knew

had on hand

this were Harriet's doing,