Chapter 659

Chapter 659:

I stood tall, locking eyes with him fearlessly. “What exactly is Martin’s crime?” I demanded.

The other soldier brandished his bloodstained whip arrogantly. “He destroyed the prized peony in the garden. That’s a grave offense! He should be grateful we didn’t execute him on the spot.”

I clenched my fists, struggling to control my rage. “You say he destroyed the peony. Where’s the proof? Show me!”

Both soldiers stiffened, panic flickering in their eyes as if my words had struck a nerve. Their hesitation only deepened my suspicion that Martin was being falsely accused.

I sneered, my voice cutting through the tense silence. “This is Antoni’s doing, isn’t it?”

Their expressions faltered with unease, betraying the truth even as they tried to mask it.

One of the soldiers tried to sound tough but his voice betrayed his lack of confidence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Keep this up, and we won’t be so nice. Leave now!”

I stood firm, pointing toward Martin. “You might be able to drive me out, but Martin is coming with me.”

At that, the soldiers exchanged malicious looks and began advancing on me, their hands reaching out as if to seize me.

My eyes darted around the room until they landed on a rusty iron chain. I snatched it up and swung it hard through the air.

The chain whistled as it cut through the silence before crashing against the floor with a loud clang, sending up a small cloud of dust. Startled, the soldiers recoiled, hesitation flashing in their eyes.

“Damn it!” one of them cursed furiously, raising his whip to strike. “You foolish woman! You should have left quietly!”

Lㆀ$† ¢♄∆þŧëяş ¡η Ġ@lnøνêlş.¢ø₥

Unmoved, I let out a cold chuckle. From my pocket, I pulled out Clayton’s token and held it aloft. “Who dares lay a hand on me?”

At the sight of the token, the soldiers froze, their expressions shifting instantly to caution and fear.

Calmly, I met their eyes. “I’m taking Martin with me today, no matter what. If Antoni has an objection, he can deal with me directly.”

I turned toward Martin, reaching to undo the chains binding him.

Just then, footsteps echoed from the corridor, followed by Antoni’s mocking voice. “Oh, Miss Dunn, what an unexpected pleasure. Sacrificing your sleep to save a lowly servant? How very interesting.”

Makenna’s POV:

What was Antoni doing here?

I froze, shocked and on guard, as Antoni strode in with his usual air of confidence. His sharp, challenging gaze locked onto me.

“Mr. Harrison, seems like you’ve got too much free time on your hands to come to the prison at this hour,” I taunted, my voice laced with disdain.

At his arrival, the two soldiers rushed to bring a chair, placing it behind him with exaggerated reverence.

“Mr. Harrison, what brings you here? Please, take a seat!” one of them said eagerly.

Antoni dismissed the gesture with a derisive snort, then sat down casually, crossing his legs with an air of superiority. His piercing eyes found mine again, brimming with mockery.

“Makenna, unlike you, I’m here to deal with that audacious servant,” he said coolly.

.

.

.