apter 947
Chapter 947
Morris’s entire body shook like a leal in the wind. His jaw dropped open so wide you his knees hit the marble floor with a thud, leaving him trembling before Cassian.
could’ve parked a truck in it. Before he knew what was happening
Morris wasn’t faring any better. The guy looked like he’d seen a ghost–knees buckling, hands shaking, the whole nine yards.
Flashbacks hit them both like a freight train. That kind of bone–chilling terror that short–circuits his brain and made her body move on autopilot.
‘That is His ring. The one belonging to… him,‘ he thought.
Morris’s face went sheet–white, his eyes a storm of shock and raw terror. Morris mirrored him perfectly–twin portraits of pants–wetting fear.
Morris wasn’t just anybody. He was the Shillingford family patriarch, granddaddy to the girl chasing after Raver in Frihamen City. The same Paven who’d pulled his ass out of the fire five years back.
Most folks wouldn’t know that ring, but Morris? He knew. Oh, he knew alright.
‘But what the hell is it doing on the finger of Forlunda City’s new leader’s husband? That part doesn’t add up,‘ he wondered.
Cassian’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “You done staring?” He flicked his wrist impatiently. “If we’re finished here, someone show these gentlemen out.”
The other family heads didn’t need telling twice. They scrambled for the exits like rats from a sinking ship.
“Hold up.” Cassian’s command froze everyone in their tracks. His gaze landed on that lanky kid from earlier. “Thought you were supposed to be showing my wife around?”
Just like that, the kid’s dead–fish eyes came alive. He practically tripped over himself getting back. “Y–yes sir! I mean, absolutely Mr. Lysander. Best tour guide in the city, that’s me.”
Cassian’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes flashing with amusement. Without a backward glance at the young man, he strolled toward the backyard like he owned the place–which, technically, he did.
The delicate–looking guy watched Cassian’s retreating figure, his obedient puppy–dog expression melting into something far more interesting–pure, unadulterated contempt.
Outside the manor gates, the family patriarchs loosened their collars, the tension from their meeting visibly draining away.
“That so–called ‘husband‘ of hers?” One lord snorted, flicking imaginary dust off his sleeve. “Please. He’s just a glorified trophy boy. Did you see his face when we dumped my son on them? Couldn’t say no without looking petty.”
Another chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks. “At least the new lady’s got some sense–didn’t hand the reins to her pretty boytoy.”
“Though let’s be real,” a third added with a leer, “the kid’s way hotter than Forlunda City’s last flavor of the month.”
The first lord waved a dismissive hand. “Hot don’t mean shit. You think a woman like her wants some ice prince? My boy’s got charm. This might actually
work.”
ared herself
The group exchanged knowing looks. Forlunda City had waltzed in out of nowhere, crushed the city’s top factions under her stiletto, a ruler. Sure, they bowed–but nobody bought the act. Not really.
Still, those fallen leaders hadn’t been pushovers. Until they knew her real power, they’d play nice.
Hence last night’s emergency meeting. Hence today’s little test. Send in a spy–see if the new “queen” was the real deal or all smoke and mirrors.
If she was legit? Fine. They’d kneel properly. If not? Well… the five families could make one hell of a welcoming committee.
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10:45 Mon, 23 Jun
Chapter 947
“Mission accomplished for today,” the ringleader said, sliding into his limo.
The others grinned. “Let’s see how long the Ice Queen lasts.”
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