The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

The place burst into chatters.

Kurt’s words slammed into everyone like a shockwave, blowing up the Valor family’s collective mind.

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Banning the Valor family’s direct descendants–three whole generations–from ever setting foot in Regalhold Academy? That was way tougher than jail time.

Kurt looked like he’d gone off the deep end.

But before the Valor family could even process it, Kurt dropped another bombshell, his voice cutting through the chaos like a knife.

“Miss Valor,” he said, “my granddaughter was out of line today–blind and dumb enough to cross you. I hope you can let it go.”

He even sounded like he was begging a little. “If you’re cool with letting it slide, I promise she’ll stick by your side at the Academy from now on!”

When Kurt wrapped up, the Valor family just stood there, stunned silent.

They couldn’t believe what they were hearing.

Kurt was seriously handing over his prized granddaughter to be Raven’s right–hand girl.

And check this–he wasn’t even at the Valor family banquet for Owen. Nope, he’d shown up to say sorry to Raven.

This was flat–out nuts.

The plot twists were so crazy nobody cared about the food anymore–this beat any TV show hands down.

Raven took in Kurt’s desperate plea with a calm, laid–back look.

Then she said, “Just don’t let it happen again.”

Just a few words, and Kurt let out a massive sigh, like he’d dodged a bullet.

He bowed deep. “Thank you, Miss Valor, for being so big about this.“.

After that, he glanced at the Valor family crowd, then turned back to Raven with a question.

“So,” he said, “what’s your plan for these guys?”

Before Raven could answer, a guy in his mid–twenties stepped up, all sharp jawline and grit.

“Sir,” he called Kurt out, “you’re military too, right? How about cutting me a break? Let’s call it square–my dad won’t go after Raven, and you don’t pull Owen’s Academy spot. Sound good?”

Kurt checked the badge on the guy’s shoulder, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

“A major,” he mumbled.

It clicked—Kurt had heard whispers about some 24–year–old Valor kid hitting major.

He hadn’t believed it back then, but here was the guy, standing right there.

A major at twenty–four? With some luck and a big score later, this kid could shoot up to colonel–maybe even general.

Someone like that? Kurt had to play it smart.

Franklin saw Kurt waver and felt a rush of relief.

He had no idea how Raven had hooked Kurt into bowing and scraping like this.

After all, a nobody like her up against a future general? No contest.