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Chapter 483 You’re Questioning My Judgment?
Chapter 483 You’re Questioning My Judgment?
The moment Raven spoke, Hugmuinn’s heart gave a sharp, involuntary jolt.
He quickly forced a smile, trying to sound casual. “What? Oh–nothing. Just… nothing.”
Before she could press further, he started the car and drove off at the fastest speed he dared.
Raven’s gaze lingered on the blue diamond stud in Hugmuinn’s ear for a moment, but she said nothing. Instead, she picked up her phone and sent out a brief message.
The rest of the ride passed in tense silence. Hugmuinn’s nerves were stretched tight, afraid Raven would say something, question him, confront him. But she never did.
Finally, the car pulled up outside Broson City’s most luxurious five–star hotel.
As Raven and Hugmuinn stepped out and headed toward the lobby, a familiar figure appeared from the other direction- Vice Master Marcus of the Hiemal Court.
His sharp, hawk–like eyes locked onto Raven with a mocking glint. Smiling coldly, he stepped into her path and said, “Miss Valor, do you have a moment?”
Marcus had expected Raven to be buried by either the Ortega family or the Sunset Empire long ago. Yet here she was- unscathed, unbothered, staying at the finest hotel in Broson City.
The humiliation she had dealt him in public still festered like an open wound. He wanted nothing more than to see her dead and disgraced.
But as long as she held that coveted S–Rank invitation, he couldn’t kill her–not personally, at least.
Raven didn’t even spare him a glance. She walked straight past, without slowing, heading for the elevators like he didn’t
exist.
She had no time for clowns. Not with Cassian still missing. Not with Randolph and the Sirius Pack in danger.
Still, as she passed Marcus, she pulled out her phone and fired off a message to Hiemaly.
She’d already called Hiemaly once, reporting Marcus’s behavior, and Hiemaly had promised to return to the Sunset Empire soon and take care of the matter personally.
But it seemed something had delayed him–he hadn’t been able to come back yet.
That didn’t matter anymore.
Trash like Marcus needed to be dealt with–now.
Behind her, Marcus’s expression darkened. That bitch. She’d just brushed him off like dirt.
Furious, he kicked over the nearest trash can. Just then, one of his subordinates came rushing up and whispered urgently
into his ear.
“What did you say?” Marcus’s eyes lit up. “Are you sure? Hiemaly’s really coming back?”
“Absolutely,” the man confirmed. “The Court Master himself asked me to prepare invitations for the World Elite Gala.”
‘Perfect, Marcus thought. ‘Even Regalhold’s fate is lining up in my favor.‘
His gaze sharpened as he stared at Raven’s retreating figure. A cruel smile curled across his lips. “Let’s see how long you can keep that arrogance, Raven. You dared to impersonate a Hiemal Court member to treat a royal princess.
“Once the Court Master finds out about that… you’re finished. And when he’s done with you–I’ll be the one he hands that S -Rank invitation to.”
Just imagining that coveted invitation finally landing in his hands made his fingers tremble with anticipation.
Meanwhile, in a secluded estate somewhere in Broson City…
George, dressed in white and exuding an ethereal, almost otherworldly calm, sat in a carved wooden chair at the center of the drawing room.
Before him stood a young man in grey–Robert–his head bowed low in humility.
“Sir,” Robert said cautiously, “forgive me. I’ve failed. I haven’t been able to locate the young master.”
He hesitated before adding, “We’ve searched a
now. Maybe it’s time we started searching in o
Successfully unlocked!
e were still here, we would’ve found her by
He risked a glance upward–just for a second–only to meet George’s pitch–black eyes, void of emotion. Panic shot through him, and he instantly lowered his gaze again.
George’s voice was soft. “Robert… are you questioning my judgment?”
