Chapter 2051: Holding the Crown Prince Hostage

Leaving the altar, they returned to the East Palace.

Tadasuke was already kneeling in front of the hall, waiting. In front of her, on the ground, were two trays. The trays contained neatly arranged clothes for changing.

Seeing Clint and Joyce return to the East Palace, Tadasuke bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, please change your clothes. Madam, please change your clothes." Clint stepped into the hall, "Bandage her wound."

"Yes," Tadasuke nodded.

Joyce glanced at her arm. Her clothes were torn, and there was a cut on her arm. It wasn't serious; it had stopped bleeding.

"It's just a small wound. It's nothing."

Clearly, Clint's cut was much more severe than hers.

Tadasuke noticed as well and instructed a servant, "Call a doctor to treat His Highness's wound."

"Yes," the servant responded.

"Do you get cut every time there's a sacrificial ceremony?" Joyce asked curiously.

Clint glanced at Joyce without answering directly, "You'll find out in due time." Joyce, "..."

Joyce followed Tadasuke to a side hall to treat her arm and change clothes.

Her wound was simple to handle. After applying iodine and some white ointment, it was covered with gauze.

Then she changed into a dress suit that matched her usual style-simple and elegant, fitting perfectly. Even the shoes were her regular brand. Tadasuke said from the side, "These clothes were specially prepared for you by His Highness."

Joyce responded with an "Oh."

It seemed that during their time in Khebury, Clint had been paying attention to her daily life and preferences. He had planned this all along.

"We are leaving the East Palace today," Joyce apologized to Tadasuke. "I was impulsive before; I won't cause you any more trouble."

a newfound respect for Joyce. Everyone had heard about how Joyce's

After changing clothes,

returned to the main hall of the East

and stood in the main hall. A servant presented him with a tray containing several watches for him

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gentle clasp of his wrist, he exuded

She recognized the brand; their watches were niche designs starting at millions of dollars-extremely luxurious. Luther

fit him perfectly, highlighting his refined temperament

clothes make

attire, Clint looked like

saw Joyce approaching. He extended

indicated for her to hold

ignored him and put her hands behind her back, only responding with an

without saying anything and walked

Joyce followed behind him.

through

outside the gate, Joyce couldn't help

hadn't expected to walk out

previous efforts had been

was a small

Bentley cars were parked in the square, with an extended Bentley in the middle. Clearly, the front and rear cars were escorts; the middle one was Clint's

"Home," Clint replied.

Joyce, "..."

want to go to his

residence?"

"Yes," Clint nodded.

your home?"

to the extended Bentley car.

security was tight-not the right

got into the car

in and sat next to Joyce in the back seat.

the Bentley started moving

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