Eleanor was left speechless by Margaret’s sharp retort. She was stunned in anger for a long time. Finally, she stood up with a cold laugh.
“You clearly know nothing about art, yet you use this as a pretext to argue. It seems you and I can hardly exchange a single word without clashing. I shall take my leave.”
After finishing her sentence, she shot a fierce glare at Helen.
Helen was momentarily stunned–what had she done to offend Eleanor? After all, it was Margaret who had crossed her. Why was Eleanor glaring at her?
Still, Helen had suffered enough under Eleanor’s hand before. Also, given their business dealings, she didn’t want to provoke her further.
So, she asked, “Your Highness, won’t you stay a bit longer to enjoy the paintings?”
Eleanor walked over to Helen and leaned in close to whisper, though her tone carried a clear hint of threat, “I do intend to enjoy them. After everyone’s finished, you’ll send the paintings to my residence. I expect them delivered by the end of the day.”
With that, she left with Jessica in tow.
Seeing this, Serena hurried to follow them out. Some of Eleanor’s close confidantes hesitated for a moment, but eventually rose to bid their farewells as well.
However, many guests remained–particularly Rosalind, the royal chancellor’s granddaughter. She was utterly captivated by each painting. It was as if she wanted to engrave every line into her memory.
There were some who didn’t quite understand the art but chose to stay, not wanting to offend Helen. Reflecting on the earlier confrontations, they found themselves more confused than anything. What they
did realize, was that they needed to be cautious of that girl from the Warren family. They didn’t
want their sons getting involved with her–she was clearly trouble.
Families with sons nearing marriageable age quickly decided to cross Serena off their list. They would rather their sons remain single than marry a woman like her.
Helen propped up her chin and admired the paintings for a while, but soon found herself troubled. She wasn’t well–versed in art, but she knew these paintings were valuable. If she sent them to Eleanor’s residence, they would surely never be returned.
So, should she send them or not? If she didn’t, who knows what kind of trouble Eleanor might stir up? That mother–and–daughter pair was such a headache!
Not long after, Luke came in to report, “Your Grace, ladies, Lady Sinclair has sent word that if you are still interested in viewing more paintings, you are welcome to visit Northwatch Estate. Lady Sinclair and Mr. Spencer will be ready to receive you at any time.”
“Il go!” Rosalind exclaimed without hesitation, her voice loud and clear. She didn’t care about maintaining her composure or decorum–meeting Kyle was far more important than worrying about appearances.
With the king himself at Northwatch Estate and so many others eager to see Kyle in person, the rest of
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