Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389 Wrong Answer

Agares’s body trembled, his pupils starting to contract as he looked at Sylvara with unprecedented gravity, his lips quivering.

“Kid, that’s enough.” Blake reached out and grabbed Sylvara’s wrist, frustrated with how things had gone. Speaking indirectly, she said, “Some blind idiot wants to divorce you-let him handle it himself. We’re not going to indulge him.

“But we also shouldn’t settle for less. My daughter is so outstanding, so beautiful-not just anyone is worthy

of her.

“Remember what we talked about before? If that blind husband of yours wants to divorce you, we’ll go to that person and show him what it means when people’s hearts are treacherous!”

What they talked about before?

At the palace.

When Agares wanted to divorce her.

Blake adopted her as her sister, making Agares call Sylvara as her aunt.

Then they’d have Relos grant her a noble title, so after Agares retired, he’d serve as her guard and call her Aunt or Grandma.

That wouldn’t be so bad either.

After all, if she wasn’t happy, nobody got to be happy.

Sylvara twisted her wrist free from Blake’s grip and smiled. “Your Highness, you still haven’t answered my question. Is Callam worth entrusting my life to? I told you-whatever you say, I’ll listen to you!”

Blake thought, she wished she could go back half an hour and beat herself to death.

It was that damned competitive streak making her run her mouth without thinking.

And now she’d stirred up a hornet’s nest, hadn’t she?

If Relos found out, her days were numbered.

Agares withdrew his gaze from her and turned to Calla

Callam raised his hand and snapped to attention with a military salute to Agares, his eyes firm as he looked at the Troya Empire Commander. “Commander Vaelor swear on the Cohen name-if I marry Ms. Sylvie,

I will treasure her like a jewel and never mistreat her in the slightest.”

Agares turned a deaf ear to his assurance, looking at hit for a moment before turning his gaze back to Sylvara and speaking extremely slowly, “Callam. Gener of the Roseblade Legion, 38 years old this year, graduated from First Military Academy, lives in a first-class ducal manor on Centria planet!”

Slap!

Blake covered her face with her hand. What the hell was this brat doing?

Introducing someone else’s credentials?

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Chapter 389 Wrong Answer

Running a matchmaking event?

Had anyone ever seen someone push their own wife away like his?

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His fertility value was zero-she never asked if her barg in-bin daughter was willing or not, just arbitrarily decided to die alone without fighting for his own happiness?

Agares paused briefly, then continued in a hoarse voice. The Cohens are a prominent family. Callam’s grandparents are still alive. They are…”

Sylvara reached into her spatial button, pulled out her saber, gripped the handle with her right hand, and pressed the saber tip against the floor. She coldly interrupted Agares. “Your Highness, wrong answer. That’s not what I want to hear. Answer again.”

Agares’s gaze fell on her blade. Wrapped in Smokewillow, the saber had no gleam, carried no killing intent. “I apologize. These things shouldn’t be said by me, they should be told to you one by one by him after you spend time together. So he is someone worth entrusting your life to…”

Screech! The saber tip scraped against the floor with a grinding sound, drowning out Agares’s voice.

Then Sylvara twisted the hand gripping the handle. The Smokewillow wrapped around the saber instantly retreated from the tip to the handle, clasping Sylvara’s hand and transforming into beautiful green tendrils.

Sylvara raised the saber. The killing intent and bloody aura from the saber permeated the entire space, becoming a powerful pressure.

Auren couldn’t help but retreat, pressing against the bulkhead to steady himself.

Callam’s expression shifted dramatically as he mobilized all his mental energy to resist the powerful pressure, only to find that even with everything he had, he pressure kept forcing him backward.

Blake thought, she couldn’t control her anymore. Couldn’t stop her anymore. Time for a fight. A fight would let this brat know that saying one thing while meaning another gets you beaten down.

Sylvara’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Your Highness, wrong answer. Sorry, but I’m in a very bad mood right

now, so…”

Before she could finish speaking, she swung the saber in her hand, slashing toward Agares.

The edge was fierce, cold light flashing, heading straight for Agares’s neck.

Just as it was about to reach his neck….

Bang!

The patrol warship shook violently,

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