The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 127 A Trick

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At Blesertin, Prudence was unaware of the latest developments. After returning, Priscilla had followed her and gone on and on about how Braden should take charge.

Prudence was at her wit’s end, so she ordered for Braden to be brought to her, intending to test his intellect before discussing anything with Geoffrey. However, Braden’s servant soon informed her that he had gone to the tavern with Clark.

Braden, who never associated with Clark, had suddenly behaved unusually, and Prudence immediately suspected something was afoot.

She sat in silence for a moment, then lifted her gaze to meet Priscilla’s shifty eyes.

“Spill it. What exactly is he up to?” Prudence asked, having noticed Priscilla had just gone out, likely to speak with Braden..

Priscilla pursed her lips and responded, “He’s probably out drinking“.

“Tell me the truth,” Prudence snapped.

Priscilla circled behind her, whispering, “Braden’s plan is to ruin Clark’s reputation, so he can’t go to the Parliamentary Library.”

“Foolish!” Prudence exclaimed in anger. “It’s not just his reputation that’s at stake–it’s Vance’s and yours as well! The outside world will say you’ve failed to discipline him.”

Priscilla, clearly upset, replied, “Mother, what else are we to do? If Clark goes to the Parliamentary Library, Vance will be overshadowed by a bastard. You always said it–when a bastard rises, the legitimate heir remains stagnant. If Clark hadn’t been made a marquis, Vance wouldn’t be so helpless now.”

Her words hit a raw nerve with Prudence. She felt a surge of anger and resentment.

If it hadn’t been for that bastard son stealing the limelight and suppressing her own Vance, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

Years ago, she had sought out Xavier to inspect the family tomb, and the priest confirmed what she already feared–the Langley family’s fortune allowed only one person to rise; the rest would be suppressed.

Over the years, she’d tried to curb the influence of the eldest bastard–removing Prunella, sending Isolde away, even seizing her wealth to manage it—but Vance had still amounted to nothing. All her hatred and frustration were now focused on Braden. If Clark were to steal that from him, the Langley family would truly be ruled by the bastards.

dismissively.

He’ll remember family ties. He’s doing this for the good of the

eyes, unwilling to

home to many taverns, but only one stood out–Westville

private rooms where scholars and writers could enjoy their leisure in style, albeit at

hundred in the neiunte room

meant only those with

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a frequent guest, usually visited the Petfield Room at Westville Hotel. He and a group of wealthy young men

already seated with two other elegantly dressed individuals–one man and one woman. The man looked refined, while the

standing and pulling him into an embrace. “Clark, I’m so glad you could

Braden’s sudden enthusiasm, nodded. “Okay.”

Argentum. His family has

a small nod. “How

do you do?” Clark

of Jocelynn Cruz,” Braden continued, gesturing toward the woman.

Jocelynn, though her flamboyant appearance reminded him of some of the girls his father had introduced him to

“Nice to

enthusiastically gestured for Clark to sit,

Braden, with Jocelynn on his left and Kameron beside her, and the rest of the

drinks and was in high spirits. He turned to Kameron. “I’ll tell you, don’t be fooled by my lack of accomplishments–Clark’s

uncomfortable with Braden’s public praise. Why was he flaunting Clark’s business

knowing that he had a sharp, mean streak, and had never been particularly

at Clark with admiration. “Impressive, Clark. To get into the Parliamentary Library, your