Chapter 308 It’s My Fault
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Oliver didn’t leave the palace right away. Instead, he went to pay his respects to the King, hoping to gauge
his stance.
But Clark stopped him and said in a low voice, “The decree has been written. Their heads and positions are safe, but their precious sons and young male members of their families will have to enlist in the army at North Camp under Isolde’s command. They’ll report tomorrow.”
Oliver was impressed. With this move, those officials would have to behave themselves unless they wanted their bloodline to end.
“There’s more.” Clark walked alongside him and added, “For the next two years, they won’t receive their salaries. By the time things settle and their resources run dry, the King will find a way to deal with them one salaries. By the time things settle and their resources r by one.”
Oliver expected that, but he recalled Thelma’s warning. If Theodore intended to take them down, he would have to fabricate charges. When that happened, both he and Isolde would likely be implicated.
Thinking of that, Oliver was filled with worry.
After leaving the palace, he headed straight for the Sharps‘ estate.
Isolde had been waiting for him. “My grandfather just got back. I already greeted him. Talk to me first before you go see him.” She pulled Oliver toward the pavilion.
Noticing her lips turning pale from the cold, Oliver took off his cloak and draped it over her. “Dress warmer next time.”
“Okay.” Isolde fastened the cloak. Sticking out her tongue playfully, she looked pleased.
The cloak dragged on the ground because Oliver was just too tall.
Oliver said, “The Queen Mother gave them a scolding–fierce as ever. I was there, and even I was terrified. She told them it was only because I pleaded for them that the King spared their lives. Clark said-”
Isolde cut him off, “Clark? You just met him?”
“Yeah,” Oliver said flatly.
“Oh, okay. Go on.” Isolde cast him a sideways glance.
Oliver continued, “The King is sending all the young male members in their families to North Camp. From now on, they’ll be under your command.”
“A brilliant move,” Isolde remarked, noticing his troubled expression. “Is there anything else?”
eye on them. If anything goes wrong, you
paled. “She always means
flashed in Oliver’s eyes. “I’ll have Southern Watch keep them under surveillance.
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kind of leverage?” Oliver had thought about it but wasn’t sure what
proposed, “Since the King is sending their male family members to the military, why don’t you marry the single ladies
good idea? He looked up and
actually serious?”
was just wondering why you’d
considering it. I saw you
said, “How else was I supposed to
“Flat–out refuse!” replied Isolde.
thought maybe you had another reason, so I
icy. “You already have one concubine.
kicking out the one
of Cristina and couldn’t help but smirk. “She must be regretting it. She was into Marquis of Greystone but somehow ended up as your concubine
for a moment and said, “I doubt it. She told me she wants to
my
wife.”
dreams!” Isolde snapped. “Who does she think she is? Daring to ask to be
me too,” Oliver added, watching Isolde’s furious
amusement.
him and said, “You’re talking about that time she deliberately let me see you together, right? That wasn’t seduction. That was driving a wedge between
talking about another time. She leaned in like this,”
Isolde’s eyes
she pressed up against me and tried to sit on my lap. I
let her sit? You let her press up against you? How did she do that? You smelled her breath. Does that mean you two… you
blew
moment later, both of them
hanging, as Garrett and Natasha
Christine were
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