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    Their respectful tone left Magnus puzzled—it didn’t sound like trouble.


    “Yes, I am,” he said slowly, uncertain of what wasing next.


    The man nodded quickly. “Miss Jones asked us to wait for you. She requests your presence at the Sky Pavilion.”


    A chill crept down Magnus’s spine. That section of Morfort wasn’t open to just anyone. He had only been there once before—and that was under the wing of someone powerful.


    He hadn’t imagined Christina could pull such strings. The realization left him quietly impressed.


    “Alright then, please lead the way,” he said, his tone softening.


    “Right this way, sir.” The staff bowed slightly and gestured ahead.


    When Magnus stepped into the Sky Pavilion, his eyes widened at the spread before him. The dishes looked unfamiliar, each one like a piece of art.


    Could these be the legendary hidden-menu items people whispered about?


    The question lingered in his mind, but he didn’t dare ask.


    “Go on, try some,” Christina said with a light smile. “They’re from Morfort’s secret selection—few ever get the chance.”


    Even high-ranking guests rarely got such treatment.


    Several tes seemed made especially for Dn.


    Magnus’s eyes lit up, excitement bubbling inside him.


    “If it weren’t for you, I’d never even set foot here. I’d better make the most of it,” he said, halfughing.


    He stared at the steaming tes, his appetiteing alive.


    The scent alone was enough to make his mouth water.


    Being in Christina’s circle had changed his luck. He admired…


    He admired her more for it.


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    Sticking with Christina had paid off in ways he never expected. After all, he was Christina’s only apprentice in the field of restoration.


    Thinking this silently made him happy.


    He pictured others green with envy. The idea made him giddy.


    Back at the Murray house, battered Nelly and Terence frowned when the two returned home.


    “I thought you were going to Morfort for dinner. Why are you home already?” Nelly asked, unaware they’d offended a VIP and been banned.


    Katy’s cheek was swollen and their faces looked drained.


    Terence barked, “What’s wrong with your face? Who hit you?”


    Someone daring to strike his child felt like a p at the whole family—how dare they!


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