Chapter 789
Chapter 789:
Dominic ignored my protests, carrying me down the stairs as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
When we reached the dining room, he gently placed me at the table, waving his hand. Within moments, the servants brought out a steaming breakfast.
Dominic’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he picked up the utensils, ready to feed me.
I turned my face away, uncomfortable with the attention. “I don’t need you to feed me. I can feed myself.”
“No chance. You were exhausted last night. Let me spoil you a little,” he said with a mischievous grin, insisting on feeding me.
I shot him a glare, my face full of defiance.
Just as the stand-off reached a breaking point, the door to the dining room suddenly swung open with a loud crash. Rapid footsteps shattered the silence.
Evie rushed in, her expression frantic as her eyes darted around the room.
The moment she saw me, her face brightened, relief flooding her features. “Makenna, you’re really here! Thank goodness!”
The urgency in her voice made my heart race. “Evie, what happened?” I asked, my anxiety rising.
Evie’s eyes filled with tears as her voice trembled. “It’s bad. Alice is in trouble!”
A cold weight settled in my chest, and without a second thought, I leapt to my feet. “What happened to Alice?”
Makenna’s POV:
Evie spoke rapidly, almost breathless. “There’s a rumor making its rounds, and now everyone’s saying Alice is involved in some improper relationship with Prince Bryan’s aide, Amon.”
She bit her lip, frustration clouding her expression. “Evelyn found out about this and is questioning Alice right now. What do we do, Makenna?”
𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 𝔤𝓪𝗅ⲛ𝓞ⱱ𝖊𝗅𝓈﹒𝖼𝗈𝗆
Anger surged through me as I heard her words, and I snapped, “What right does Evelyn have to interrogate Alice?”
Evie’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she spoke, her voice breaking. “Evelyn says it’s a right granted to her by His Majesty. She claims that as the instructor of the sex slaves, it’s her duty to manage everything about them.”
I struggled to keep my rage in check, my voice steady as I asked, “Evie, where is Alice?”
Wiping away the tears that blurred her vision, Evie answered, “Alice is in the training room, being publicly humiliated by Evelyn. It’s unbearable to watch.”
Without another word, I set my bowl aside, leaving Dominic behind, and rushed to join Evie. We made our way toward the training room.
The room was packed with sex slaves, the air thick with whispers and pointed glances. Gossip buzzed like a swarm of bees, each whisper more damning than the last.
I pushed through the crowd, my eyes scanning the room until I spotted Alice in the center, kneeling with an expression of helplessness and distress etched across her face.
At that very moment, Evelyn’s harsh voice sliced through the room. “Alice, have you been involved in an inappropriate relationship with another man?”
Alice’s body trembled, her tears falling freely as she yelled, her voice choked with emotion, “NO!”
Evelyn’s voice grew louder, more forceful as she pressed, “Then why were you seen meeting Amon alone? More than once?”
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