<h4>Chapter 589: The D Day</h4>


    Nnenna shifted soundlessly, ttening herself behind the door just as someone stepped in.


    Through the thin crack of the hinges, she caught sight of the intruder. Cynthia.


    The girl’s expression was sharp now, not innocent like before. Her eyes scanned the room carefully, lingering on every corner as if she knew something was off.


    Slowly, her gaze settled on the bed. She walked closer, retrieving a phone she had hidden beneath the nket.


    Then, she stopped.


    Her head turned toward the door.


    Directly toward where Nnenna stood.


    Nnenna’s eyes narrowed. She followed the line of Cynthia’s gaze, and her stomach tightened.


    A shadow. Her shadow. Stretching across the floor, exposed by the faint light nting through the window.


    What a rookie mistake, Nnenna thought grimly. Looks like I really need to put more effort into my stealth training.


    But this was not the time to scold herself. Cynthia was stepping closer, eyes narrowing, suspicion sharpening with each cautious step.


    Closer.


    And closer.


    Until she was only a few feet from the door, where Nnenna was hidden.


    Love System! Nnenna’s thoughts shot out in panic. I need you to make me invisible. I don’t care for how long. Just do it. Now!


    "That will cost—"


    "I don’t care how many good points it costs me, just do it!" she hissed in her head, heart pounding against her ribs.


    Just as Cynthia’s hand forcefully shoved the door wide open, Nnenna vanished.


    The younger girl froze in the doorway, eyes darting straight to where Nnenna’s shadow had been. Her expression flickered with confusion, then disbelief. "What...? I could’ve sworn..."


    She stepped into the room, scanning the walls, the corners, even behind the door. Nothing. Her brows knitted, suspicious but uncertain.


    "Am I... seeing things?" she muttered under her breath. She shook her head quickly. "No, Mom’s waiting. I don’t have time for this."


    She gave the room onest searching nce before turning away. The door shut behind her with a soft click.


    The moment it closed, Nnenna’s figure shimmered back into view.


    Ding!


    "700 good points deducted!"


    "You’re kidding me," Nnenna whispered fiercely, clutching her chest. "Seven hundred points?! For a few seconds?"


    "Of course. I can break it down for you—"


    "No need." She bit her lip, trying to calm her racing pulse. "I’m just d I wasn’t caught. That’s all that matters. Let’s get out of here before anyone elsees."


    She slipped out of the room, steps light but fast, and didn’t stop until she reached her room.


    Once inside, she locked the door and leaned against it, exhaling. Then she got to work. Every file, every message, every image she had stolen from that phone needed to be sorted and stored. It took her the entire day, and she kept herself locked in, prepared to ignore knocks, voices, and meals.


    Not that anyone really cared.


    In the past, the housekeeper had been the only one to check on her, whether she had eaten, whether she had been seen. But with him now locked away in prison, no one bothered.


    For the first time, that neglect felt convenient. Exactly what she needed.


    Finally, on the morning of the trial, Nnenna tucked away herst piece of evidence. She stared at the files on her desk, lips curving into a sly smile.


    "This is going to be fun," she whispered, a thrill sparking in her chest.


    She rose to prepare, smoothing her dress. As the highest ranking member of Riverum’s royal household after Carl, she knew the responsibility of conducting the trial fell on her shoulders.


    With Carl in aa, she was next in line. Whether the others liked it or not, she wasn’t about to let anyone question her authority.


    She had been careful up till now, cautious not to let anyone think she was angling to seize Carl’s power. But fulfilling her duty? That was different. Presiding over the trial wasn’t ambition. It was necessity.


    Court was to start at noon. She arrived by nine, expecting pushback. Resistance, debates, maybe whispers about her overstepping. She was ready to face it.


    But the sight that greeted her as she stepped into the grand courtroom stopped her cold.


    The court... was already in session.


    The great hall was full, every seat upied by staff, servants, guards, faces tense, eyes locked on the drama unfolding at the center. The housekeeper, bound and pale, stood at the defendant’s stand. Guards nked him on both sides, their grips firm.


    And presiding above them all, in the highest seat, sat an old man she had never seen before. His presence radiated authority, as though he belonged there, as though he had always belonged there.


    No one even noticed her entrance.


    Daniel’s voice carried across the chamber, sharp and merciless as he presented evidence against the housekeeper. Every word, every gesture, drove the weight of guilt deeper into the room’s atmosphere.


    Nnenna’s heart hammered in her chest. What is this? Who gave him the right? And who is that old man sitting in Carl’s ce?


    For the first time in a long while, she was speechless.


    Nnenna almostughed out loud. So that was the game? Tell me court starts at noon, just to make sure I don’t show up at all. Then put some stranger in Carl’s chair and hope no one questions it? How funny.


    Her lips twitched, but she didn’t smile. Instead, she walked forward, heels clicking against the marble floor, cutting through the sea of shocked faces. Every staff member she passed looked at her wide eyed, whispers breaking out like ripples on water.


    Daniel froze mid sentence. His gaze snapped to her, his jaw tightening asmotion stirred across the hall.


    "You... you’re here," Daniel said finally, his tone heavy with regret, as if her very presence had ruined a carefullyid n. Not guilt. Not shame. Just regret.


    Nnenna did not spare him a nce. She walked right past, her calm steps louder than any outburst could be.