Chapter 483
Athenasvas making her way in the Pear Garden when Trina caught up, framing in confusion. “M. Monson, you actually fold those people to demand money from the duke’s estate? Do they man live the guld”
The duke’s estate was no ordinary place it was a distinguished noble house.
Common folks rarely set foot in the imagistrate’s office, let alone a duke’s estate
If they dare to demand money from the duke’s estate, they’d be digging their own graves.
Athena chuckled dismissively. “Do you really think people in this love of work don’t have powerful backers? Besides, debt collection is an art–no nne would be foolish enough to confront the Duke’s estate head–on
“Just letting the news of their debt get out will be enough to make the duko’s est
Henry has always prided himself on his reputation. If he finds out Matthew caused such a colossal scandal, there’s no way he’ll let him off easy.
Trina’s face it up with realization. “Ms. Momson, you’re brilliant! Using the duke’s estate to teach Matthew a lesson p>
Athena & lips curled into a knowing smile. “Oh, that was just the winn–op”
Athena thought coldly, “Matthew still owes me a blood debt. He won’t get off lightly
Just then, a page boy came running up frantically to Athena. “Ms. Monson, huny back to the manor Your grandma has collapsed from rage p>
“What? How lacked
d you to take care of her. What happened?” Athena was immediately alarmed when she heard the news.
As Athena strode forward, the page boy quickly recounted what had happened
Athena’s face tumed ashon with rage, but avenging Matthew would have to wait–her grandmother took priority.
An hour later, Athena returned to the manor.
Seeing Athena rush back in a flurry, Gwen hurried forward to meet her. “Don’t fret, Ms. Moman. Mrs. Monson is fine now p>
As she spoke, Gwen gave a significant glance toward the inner chamber and lowered her voice to a whisper. “On our way back, we encountered Prince Xander His Highness personally escorted Mrs. Monson home p>
“Prince Xander?” Athena gasped.
Well, when Mrs. Monson was being helped out, the streets were jammed with people and we couldn’t get through. It was Prince Xander who cleared the way for us so she could leave. His Highness then personally escorted us back to the manor, and now Mrs. Monson is with him, chatting.
“Mrs. Monson had fainted from sheer rage, but came to shortly after.
“I must check on Grandmother!” Athona exclaimed, rushing into the house.
in the main hall, Margaret sat in an ornate rosewood armchair, with two maids attending behind her.
Kander was seated in the place of honor to her right, engaged in pleasant conversation with Margaret.
Athena couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but she saw a happy smile light up Margaret’s face.
Relieved, Athena hurried forward and called out, “Grandmother, are you all right p>
Seeing Athena rush in with hurried steps and an anxious expression, Margaret immediately knew she had been terribly frightened.
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Chapter 483
Margaret reached out with a gentle, reassuring smile and said, “Don’t worry, dear. I’m as fit as a fiddle”
Athena leaned in to carefully examine Margaret, gently taking her poise, Only after confirming that her gundmother was truly at right did she finally i out a sigh of relief.
Relieved, Athens let out a quiet sigh, then performed a graceful cuntry toward Xander “Thank you for your assistance, Prince Kander
Kander rose gracefully and gestured lightly with his hand. “There’s no need for such formality”
Athena took her seat on the left, only then realizing she was drenched in sweat from her frantic rush.
Even the tip of her nose was beaded with sweat.
Xander noticed Athena’s face flushed with exertion and realized just how genuinely alarmed she was.
Xander offered her a handkerchief with a gentle smile. “Here, wipe your face p>
The handkerchief was pristine white, woven from the finest cloud–patterned brocade.
Delicately embroidered in one corner was a smalt X–his personal mark.
This was Xander’s personal handkerchief, and Athena hesitated, unsure whether it was proper to accept it.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.