Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668 Before Nightfall

By the time Isla returned to the palace, the tears on her face had already dried completely.

A young palace servant had apparently been waiting outside her residence for quite some time, because the moment he spotted her, he hurried forward wearing an eager, flattering smile.

“My Lady,” he said carefully, “I heard something interesting today, and i thought perhaps you might want to know… though I wasn’t sure whether I ought to speak of it.”

Isla glanced at him once and immediately understood what he wanted

“Give him ten dollars,” she said coldly.

The moment the coins were placed into his hands, the servant’s smile became infinitely more enthusiastic.

“It’s like this, My Lady. Earlier today, the Duke and Duchess of Duskmoor left Vanelle. They’ve already been gone for nearly an hour.”

Isla’s

gaze sharpened instantly.

“Where did they go?”

The servant lowered his head apologetically.

“That part couldn’t be discovered. But if they left the capital together and stayed gone this long, then it must’ve been somewhere important.”

A cold laugh escaped Isla’s lips.

Wherever they had gone no longer mattered.

In fact, this timing suited her perfectly.

They had left Vanelle.

That meant tonight was the night.

Isla slowly turned toward Hilda, and the look in her eyes was so ruthless and absolute that even Hilda’s breath caught.

“Make the arrangements,” Isla said quietly. “Before this night ends, I want both of them dead”

Hilda’s face instantly turned pale with shock.

But Isla continued speaking before she could respond.

“And Tamsin, the maid serving beside Elira.. she despises Iris, does she? Co tell her I need extra bands for an urgent matter here tonight. Say the work is exhausting and I need someone capable seg over immediately

Hilda stared at her

Finished

This time, Isla had truly made up her mind.

Nothing anyone said would change it now.

In the end, Hilda could only bow her head quietly and obey before withdrawing from the chamber.

Meanwhile, inside Elira’s residence, Iris was standing beneath the covered stone walkway hanging freshly washed clothes to dry.

Some belonged to her.

Most belonged to the other palace maids.

Ever since Elowen had arranged for Iris to enter Elira’s household, Iris herself had rarely been assigned difficult work.

But after Tamsin was punished over the wine incident, her hatred toward Iris had only deepened.

Eventually, Tamsin had gathered the other maids together and argued that Iris had far too much free time while everyone else remained overworked, so naturally all the laundry duties should be handed over to her instead.

That way, the others could devote themselves fully to serving Elira more comfortably.

And just like that, nearly every servant’s clothing in the residence became Iris’s responsibility.

Every morning she woke to mountains of laundry waiting for her.

“Iris!”

An impatient voice suddenly called from behind her

Iris turned around immediately.

Tamsin stood beneath the corridor archway looking her up and down impatiently.

“There’s work that needs doing in another residence,” she said. “They’re short on servants, so you’re going over there to help.”

Iris brushed the water from her hands and began standing up.

Then Tamsin added casually, “You’ll be serving over at Lady Delphine’s residence. Since Lady Delplune isn’t exactly favored these days, don’t go gossiping about it afterward.”

Iris paused slightly before looking up.

“The work is at Lady Delphine’s residence?

Tamsin immediately frowned:

“What, is that a problem? In this palace. His Majesty is your inaster. Lady Elira is your taster, and Lady Delphine is still your master too. If someone above you gives an order, then your obey it stop dragging

Chapter 668 Before Nightfall

your feet.

Iris pressed her lips together softly but said nothing more.

Still, unease quietly rose inside her chest.

Something was going to happen tonight.

She could feel it.

And somehow, she was standing directly in the middle of it.

By dusk, the carriage belonging to Duskmoor Manor had finally returned to Vanelle.

The wheels rolled steadily through the city gates while Elowen leaned quietly against Cassian’s shoulder.

Her eyes were still faintly red, but her expression had relaxed in a way Cassian had not seen in a very long time.

Cassian wrapped an arm around her and lowered his head to press a gentle kiss against her forehead just. as hurried hoofbeats suddenly thundered toward them from behind.

“Your Grace! Your Grace!”

Anson’s anxious voice rang out from outside the carriage.

Cassian immediately ordered the carriage stopped before leaning slightly out the window.

“What happened at the palace?”

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