It was noisy and chaotic backstage.
Samantha's eyes were downcast and dull, but when she unintentionally looked up, her pupils suddenly trembled violently.
Could that be Leonardo? How could it be…
He had said he wouldn't be back until that night, so he couldn't appear at the academy's final stage play at this hour.
The tall figure appeared against the light, making it hard to see his face. As he came closer, his facial features became clearer. Now, that cold, strikingly handsome face was right in front of her.
It was him.
It was really Leonardo. He had actually come.
A rush of unusual emotions surged in her chest, almost overwhelming her.
"Look. Isn't that Mr. Garrett? What's he doing here?"
"Someone as busy as Mr. Garrett actually came? Our school really made it!"
"Mr. Garrett is an investor here, especially in the design academy. He has a good relationship with our school, so it's not strange for him to show up."
"That may be, but the Garrett family has been a shareholder for over ten years, and their collaboration with the design academy has been going on for three or four years. But this is the Department of Drama's final stage play, and he has never attended before."
Samantha's gaze followed them.
Daniel wanted to take Leonardo to sit at the judge's table, but Leonardo subtly gestured toward the two empty seats reserved for Samantha.
Daniel was momentarily surprised but then remembered the student he had helped buy breakfast a while back. Realizing who it was, he followed Leonardo to sit down.
A few students nearby gasped.
"Why is Mr. Garrett sitting in the seats reserved for Samantha? Could she have invited him—"
Before they could say more, Chione cut in with a scoff. "Are you out of your mind? How could someone like Mr. Garrett have anything to do with Samantha, that orphan? He's probably just sitting there because all the other seats are taken.
"Didn't you see President Pollard sit there too? Does that mean he's related to Samantha? Have you heard of such news before?"
Samantha's character, the princess, was laughing happily with a few handmaidens in the royal garden. They were chasing butterflies and playing croquet. She was the picture of a lively and carefree youth.
However, the atmosphere suddenly shifted as the sound of war drums broke the cheerful mood.
War had broken out, and the country's situation was critical. She and her brother, under the protection of several loyal bodyguards, set off on the perilous journey to escape.
Amid the bitter cold, snow, rain, and relentless pursuit, the uncertainty of the future hardened her previously innocent and pure gaze, making it resolute and enduring.
To protect her brother's escape route, she made an astonishing decision to impersonate him.
When the enemy discovered her true identity after her capture, she pretended to remain calm. However, in her heart, she was plotting how to lure their general.
On the bed, she used her seductive charm, her movements smooth and graceful, like a captivating fox, ensnaring the general completely.
A cold, sharp blade gleamed in her hand, and in the moment his guard was down, she plunged it into his chest.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I lied to you."
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