James said, "I thought you were going to negotiate with me."
Violeta said, "Your Highness, I'm not someone who bites the hand that feeds."
Why would she provoke the royal family's authority?
Negotiate?
Sure, James was being cordial now.
Don't forget, Violeta was standing while he was sitting.
From the start, James had made it clear who held the power here.
Violeta could ask him why, but trying to negotiate with him would be pushing her luck too far.
She would ultimately die without even understanding why.
If he wanted her gone for good, it was a minor inconvenience. Whether he wanted to look for trouble with her was entirely up to James.
Even if Violeta did disappear, how could her family back in Chesia seek justice?
Let's be real; this was the real world.
James laughed heartily. He looked at Violeta with a touch of admiration.
"Sit down. Why are you standing? I like smart people, and you're very smart."
Violeta forced a smile and sat down at the far end of the sofa, keeping her distance from James.
James continued, "I heard from Wendy that she's very satisfied with the script. Wendy is an excellent director. If she likes it, it means the script is top-notch.
"How about this? Since you didn't accept the sponsorship I mentioned earlier, I have a private estate in Kligan. If you like it, you can use it as a filming location."
Violeta froze at the offer.
James didn't give her a chance to refuse. He raised his glass to clink with hers.
"Cheers."
Before the sun set, James arranged for a driver to take Violeta and Aster back to their hotel.
Felix called to inform them that Eugene was fine after his hospital checkup, though his dislocated arm needed rest.
Relieved to hear Eugene was okay, they relaxed a bit.
Back at the hotel, Aster followed Violeta closely. She said, "Ms. White, I never thought this Glorian prince would be so kind. He even sent his men to personally send us back to the hotel."
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