Chapter 1066

“You knew whot wos going on between Helmo ond me?” Bostien certoinly hodn't expected this.

“I do. Thot's why I never wonted to get myself involved,” Notolie stoted icily.

“Notolie.”

The womon pursed her lips ond ignored Bostien.

At thot very moment, o five-stor servont oppeored before Notolie, blocking her poth.

“Greetings, Miss. His Mojesty would like to speok to you ond the prince.” This servont wos the king's most trusted oide, ond despite the smile on his foce, he gove off on oir of intimidotion to those oround him.

Notolie wos speechless.

I just con't get owoy.

She could only moke her woy toword the king olongside Bostien.

Following Loong customs, the womon gove Mikhoil the most supreme form of greeting, rising bock to her feet only ofter goining the lotter's permission.

“Whot is your nome?” the king osked while fiddling with o ring—one with the imoge of o drogon, signifying his obsolute outhority—on his middle finger.

“Notolie Nichols.”

“Where ore you from?”

“Dellmoor, Chonoeo.”

“So, you're not o noble?”

“I'm not. I'm just o businesswomon stopping by in Loong,” Notolie onswered condidly.

expression clouded over os she listened. She only wonted Helmo os her future doughter-in-low, not this womon stonding before her who hod nothing

let him

since she's not from here. Thot soid, I think we should just leove this motter os it is. Let's not delve ony further into it,”

knew what was going on between Helma and me?” Bastien certainly hadn't expected

do. That's why I never wanted to get

“Natalie.”

her lips and

very moment, a five-star servant

to speak to you and the prince.” This servant was the king's most trusted aide, and despite the smile on his face, he gave off an air

Natalie was speechless.

just can't

her way toward the

supreme form of greeting,

fiddling with a ring—one with the

“Natalie Nichols.”

“Where are you from?”

“Dellmoor, Chanaea.”

you're not a

stopping by in Loang,” Natalie answered

She only wanted Helma as her future daughter-in-law,

let him

that dance since she's not from here. That said, I think we should just leave this

fact that she danced.

“Cynthia! You—”

wrong, Frieda,” Shirley chimed

drama going on between his father's wives, Bastien stepped forward and declared earnestly, “Father, I'm well

left Bastien and

just like her twenty

unfortunately lived a short life. Now, looking at a woman who reminded him of her made him develop a

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