The following day, Diane parked her car swiftly at her father's mansion. As she stepped out, she hurried inside, spotting her mom engrossed in a TV series."Hey, Mom," she greeted quickly, barely waiting for a response before dashing up the stairs.After a few minutes, Diane glanced at the clock—it read 4:09 pm. She sighed, hastily adjusting her wig.Swiftly, she adorned herself with jewelry and makeup, hoping to catch up with Ryder; she was already running late. Spritzing on some feminine deodorant and cologne, she grabbed her Chanel bag and rushed downstairs."How do I look?" She twirled confidently in a 360 circle in front of her mom.Mrs. Freya's face lit up with pride. "You look fabulous, honey," she remarked with a beaming smile."Good luck, and keep it classy," Mrs. Freya called out as Diane hurried out of the house towards her car.Diane hopped into her car and set off for Ryder's private palace in New York. Ryder, a royal and a self-made billionaire business mogul, had establ

Scarlet sped towards the highway, her mind clouded with thoughts of Diane and Ryder's marriage, each thump of her heart echoing these concerns as she drove into the prison vicinity.She couldn't fathom what they were plotting, but she knew it would affect her in some way. Her mom had never done anything that didn't cause her pain since her father's death.Parking her car in the garage, she pulled out her mini mirror, adjusting her appearance and pampering her face to perfection so no one would notice her distress.Making her way towards the prison wall, she walked slowly but with grace, almost like a catwalk.Approaching, her eyes caught a familiar figure, and upon squinting, she realized it was Mr. Damon. Her brows furrowed with curiosity. What was Mr. Damon doing here? That was her thought.Standing still, she watched him conversing with someone inside. Her curiosity intensified as she stood there, trying to discern who he came for. After a few minutes, Ms. Oct and Mr. Damon emerged

Harry's eyes darted around the dignitaries seated in the same hall, searching for any familiar figure, but to no avail.“It seems he isn't here,” Harry sighed.“That's impossible. It's his daughter we're talking about here. He'll be somewhere down the stairs or maybe in another hall,” Jade said.“I haven't seen the king yet,” Pietro added to their conversation.Harry sighed inwardly. “The king? I doubt he would come. He already gave his consent. He'll probably send in a representative.”Pietro nodded in agreement, returning his attention to his phone.Meanwhile, Scarlet walked slowly out of the hall, heaving a sigh of relief. She wasn't taking any chances to protect herself; she was here, after all, and needed to protect herself.She strolled down the stairs and entered a room full of royals. They noticed her presence immediately, a situation she'd prefer to avoid, given the tendency of the old hags in the royal family to nag about minor things. Most of them were her mom's sisters or

As he stepped out of the elevator, a smug smile graced his lips at the sight of Mrs. Freya's bewildered expression.A string of curses nearly escaped her lips as she watched Harry exit the elevator and stride towards the stairs.Joining the table, Harry found Scarlet already seated. Settling into his chair with a relieved sigh, he was grateful to be away from Mrs. Freya's presence."Where were you?" Harry inquired.Scarlet, preoccupied with Martin's threat but hesitant to reveal it just yet, forced a smile. "I bumped into some royals on my way downstairs.""We figured as much," Jade chimed in, wearing a smug smile before diverting her gaze back to the bustling crowd in the hall."You didn't grab more drinks. I suppose you got sidetracked after greeting the royals," Pietro remarked."Then let's summon Gina to fetch them for us.""Gina?" Scarlet questioned, unsure who Gina was."The Robot," he clarified.Pietro activated the robot, inputting their names and orders for their preferred di

It had been two days since the chaos of the wedding and Diane's emotional breakdown in front of her family.At the Archer's mansion, Mr. Damon sat quietly, sipping his coffee, his thoughts consumed by the lost opportunities—the backing of the royals and the potential deals with Arab contacts. Regret lingered in his mind, especially the knowledge that Harry was behind it all. Despite the intensifying frustration towards Harry, Mr. Damon chose to pause his pursuit, realizing his previous attempts had been fruitless.He opted to focus on personal development and strategize for an unexpected move against Harry in the future. Despite steering clear of the warehouse recently since the weeding and Ms Oct insults, updates from Benson indicated smooth operations with his deals. Though recent events had momentarily tarnished his public image, his wealth had significantly increased, perhaps doubling its original value.Mr. Damon's plan was to adopt a low profile, mirroring Martino and Steele's a