When did this happen?” Aaron asked sternly as he shut his eyes forcefully before opening them.
“Two to three days ago, Your Majesty.”
Aaron lowered his voice. “Keep this to yourself. Do not tell a soul.”
The servant knew the severity of the matter very well and did not dare reveal it even under the threat of death.
After dismissing his servant, Aaron stood before the window with his hands clenched around the windowsill. He was, at that moment, broiling with rage.
How dare she do something like this before she even got the chance to conceal the photographs that had been previously exposed!
As if that wasn’t bad enough, I can’t believe she would make a move on my future father-in-law.
How despicable! She is not fit to be my grandmother and not worthy of the right to rule Turlen. I vow to drag Nancy down by whatever means necessary.
At that thought, the king placed an outgoing phone call.
“Bernd, it’s me.” Aaron then told Bernd his plan.
Bernd paused for a moment after the other finished speaking. “Will that work? Will it bring you any danger?”
He thought Aaron’s decision was too risky.
What would happen if he faced danger upon being found out?
“It’s the only way, Bernd!” Aaron was aware that his way would harm himself almost as much as the enemy, but he had no other choice.
He did not know how else he would be able to snatch power back from Nancy.
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