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    Vincent’s tone cut through the air like a de of ice. His demeanor suggested he might hold the King personally responsible for this situation. After all, a guest falling ill from food served at such a prestigious banquet was no trivial matter.


    The King visibly faltered—Vincent’s anger was unmistakable. His eyes darkened.


    But before the King could gather his thoughts, Annie interjected, “If you im she’s suffering from stomach difort and remains in the restroom, then at least request her presence so we can all verify. Should she truly be unwell, we’ll summon a doctor immediately!” She pressed on relentlessly, demanding Katelyn’s immediate appearance. Ryanna stood in contemtive silence, clearly awaiting Katelyn’s arrival as well.


    And now, Lois had be virtually invisible to those present. She yearned to deflect all me onto Katelyn’s shoulders.


    Vincent’s cial gaze cut toward Annie. “Fine, call the doctor. I’ll retrieve her myself. But I expect a proper settlement from you for this usation.”


    That prating look seemed to pierce straight through Annie’s heart. He then said nothing more, turning abruptly and striding purposefully toward the restroom.


    The King watched Vincent’s retreating figure, his mind churning with uncertainty. Could this affair truly have no connection to Katelyn? The King instinctively nced at Ryanna, and in that brief exchange of looks, they wordlessly understood each other’s thoughts.


    Others in attendance also quietly debated whether Katelyn might be implicated in this situation. After all, judging by Vincent’s unwavering demeanor, it seemed unlikely he was fabricating a story. And it would be utterly foolish to orchestrate such a scheme at an event of this caliber. How could the woman who had captured Vincent’s heart be so reckless?


    Just as spection rippled through the gathering, a sudden cry shattered the tension.


    “Fire!”


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    Everyone’s hearts seized with rm.


    Both the King’s and Ryanna’s expressions hardened. A fire in the pce was no trivial matter.


    However, the soldier, halfway to his destination, suddenly froze in ce. He tilted his head, listening intently to instructions through his earpiece. In the next breath, the color drained from his face.


    The crowd fixed their collective gaze upon him. He trembled as he bowed deeply to the King. “I apologize. They report it was merely a surveince mistake.”


    The King’s countenance darkened instantly. He exuded an intimidating presence.


    How could such a blunder ur before the assembled guests? What would be of the royal family’s standing if word of this spread? With so many witnesses present, the King, despite his displeasure, could only fix the soldier with an icy stare andmand, “Get out!” The soldier dared not linger a moment longer, fearing for his very life.


    Under everyone’s gaze, Vincent, who had just departed, returned, supporting Katelyn.


    Katelyn’splexion was ashen. Despite her carefully applied makeup, weakness was evident in every line of her face—the very evidence that her absence in the restroom had been notably prolonged.


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