NovelEnglishEltham poured her a cup of coffee, his voice leisurely breaking the silence, "It's been handled."
Brittany pulled out her smartphone only to see the top news was a scandal involving a top-tier celebrity from Craneville, embroiled
in a controversy!
The evidence was irrefutable.
Videos and victims surfaced, causing a media frenzy.
Besides, there were numerous other scandals within the circle, taking up the spotlight, forcing Brittany to admire the royal family's
tactics.
Even a superstar couldn't escape their reach!
She set down her phone, her tone laced with unspoken words, "You know, you didn't have to go this far."
She could have been the one thrown into the public eye.
Eltham understood her insinuation, chuckling softly, "Bri, you know | wouldn't let you go through that."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrittany paused, her fork and knife in hand. Then why was she still confined here?
The inte's memory is short-lived.
Brittany's ordeal was suppressed, with the entire web buzzing about the superstar's scandal instead.
Mrs. Walker couldn't believe her carefully orchestrated play was squashed by the royal intervention!
"Have the royals lost their minds? Knowing Brittany's past, yet they still support her?"
"Madam, Brittany isn't just the future queen; she's also the heir to the Lte family. The royals wouldn't easily give up on this
marriage."
At the end of the day, it all boiled down to an exchange of interests!
Furious and on the verge of throwing things, Mrs. Walker was interrupted by a group of men in black bursting in—
The leader was none other than the queen's most trusted confidant.
"Mrs. Walker, the queen wishes to have a word with you. Let's talk."
Seeing him, Mrs. Walker's face turned pale, realizing her schhad been exposed. Her knees buckled.
"What are you waiting for? Take her!"
Three days later, the police discovered a woman's body in a reservoir, identified as Mrs. Walker.
The Walker family had long fallen from grace, with no one stepping forward to arrange her funeral.
The police hastily cremated her, burying her ashes in a low-cost cemetery.
Brittany was unaware of Mrs. Walker's demise, caught up in work and dealing with Eltham, her days a whirlwind of activity.
Just off work, Brittany was about to return to her villa.
Instead, she was escorted by the queen's butler to the royal residence.
"Ms. Lte, the queen and the prince are both inside."
Brittany, with a smile, pushed open the grand doors.
Before she could step in, she heard a delightful voice, possibly calling out for grandma, bringing a rare smile to the usually stern
queen's face.
Who was this little girl?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrittany entered, spotting Twila nestled in the queen's arms, momentarily taken aback before regaining herposure.
Eltham sat on the sofa, his expression unchanged, though a hint of anger was perceptible.
"You're here."
The queen greeted her coolly, to which Brittany nodded.
Eltham stood up, "Tired?"
Brittany wasn't used to Eltham's concern, shaking her head, "I'm fine."
Her gaze fell on Twila, "And who might this be?"
"Letintroduce you, my granddaughter, Twila."
The queen's face was stoic: "And Eltham's daughter."
Eltham’s expression remained the same, "Mother!"
Brittany was taken aback by the revelation of Eltham's daughter, "This—"
"Eltham being older and having a daughter shouldn'te as a surprise. Twila will be living with us from now on."
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