Chapter 338 Arrival in Stanna

Peyton continued, her voice breaking as she spoke, "Back in high school, Frey was in my class. She secretly gave me shoes to wear." "Then something happened to the Gomez family, and I hated myself for not being able to help her, for letting her..."

Her eyes were red, her throat choked with emotion. It took her a moment to compose herself. "I couldn't get her out of prison. The whole world wrongly accused her of murdering Ms. Hill. Only I know how kind and beautiful she is, and how she would never do such a thing!"

"But no one believed her! She's like this now, and it's all of your fault in the beginning!"

Peyton's eyes blazed as she stared at Koen, who suddenly appeared flustered. He opened his mouth to speak, but Peyton turned on her heel and walked out of the dining area, refusing to engage further. At the cabin door, she glanced back at Koen and said, "I know you have feelings for me, but I'm just a poor, insignificant person. We come from completely different worlds. Maybe I'm just overthinking things."

As Peyton left, Koen watched her with a twitching expression, rubbing his face in frustration. He had been worried about scaring her away, but it seemed his feelings had been too obvious.

By evening, they departed Saeville and landed at a private airport in Belthria after a fourteen-hour flight.

private airport in Wishmere, a popular destination for international celebrities and the wealthy, despite

rest. When she awoke, it was already morning. The weather was

breakfast, Nathaniel handed her a mint candy wrapped

of their past travels together when Nathaniel would always carry mint

unwrapped it, and savored the refreshing mint flavor. It lifted

quickly stopped him, smiling weakly, "Mr. Nathaniel, I'm not

for so long that if I don't start walking now, my legs

eased slightly, he

a fleece coat he had bought for her, adjusting it with

felt a bit awkward as if their president was treating Frey more like a daughter than

private airport, a Rolls-Royce and a stretched Lincoln awaited them. The Lincoln served as a minivan, and they drove along the well-built mountain roads, which soon gave way to more rural

foot of the Alps.

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