?Chapter 132:


    The soldiers stormed up to the second floor with determined steps, seizing Flynn without a hint of hesitation.


    Flynn’s screams echoed through the halls. “What are you doing? What on earth do you want from me?”


    His bby form iled in desperation, blood still trickling from a gash on his head, giving him aically tragic appearance.


    But I couldn’t spare a thought for him at that moment. My mind was a whirlwind, haunted by the image of Dominic’s stern expression.


    I was ovee with fear—what if things got out of hand and I was found out? Trembling, I tried to find out from the soldiers what was going on. “Can you please exin what Prince Dominic means by this?”


    The lead soldier’s sneer was as cold as a winter’s night. He flicked his wrist with the disdain of someone shooing away an annoying fly. “Take down everyst shred of the wedding decor in this hotel. Toss out every guest.”


    My heart sank like a stone. This would not only destroy the wedding but make us aughingstock!


    “You can’t do this!” Jessica, once a picture of poise, now shrieked, her voice cracking like a broken bell. She charged forward, her desperation a visible storm. A soldier’s harsh blow sent her sprawling, leaving her crumpled on the floor.


    Jessica’s parents hovered nearby, their faces ashen and their bodies quivering like leaves in a gale. They stood frozen, paralyzed by fear.


    As the chaos unfolded before me, my thoughts felt like a tangled mess of wires. Regret began to w at me. If we hadn’t schemed against Makenna, might any of this have happened?


    But clinging to regret was like grasping at shadows. The sounds of destruction and shouts from below were unmistakable—soldiers were tearing the ce apart and shoving guests out like unwanted baggage.


    Jessica, fighting to stand, grabbed my arm with a grip that was a mix of panic and desperation. Her voice, a shrill siren of hysteria, pierced the air. “Frank! What in the world is going on? Why aren’t you stopping them? Are you even a man? What use are you?”


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    Her hysteria was like nails on a chalkboard. I snapped back, “This is Prince Dominic’smand! What do you want me to do?”


    Jessica’s parents chimed in, their voices a thin veneer offort, yet clearly assigning me. “Jessica, don’t me Frank. He’s also upset that he failed. Comining won’t fix anything.”


    Their so-calledfort only stoked my frustration. They had orchestrated the whole affair, made the crucial decisions. How did it be all my fault?


    I had warned them about the potential fallout. Did anyone heed my caution?


    I was about to unload my anger on them when a voice from downstairs called out, “Prince Bryan and Prince yton have arrived!”


    Panic gripped me as I raced to the banquet hall downstairs.


    As I burst into the hall, Bryan and yton appeared one after the other, their expressions as grim as a storm cloud.


    A heavy dread settled in my gut. I hurried to greet them. “Your Highnesses, what brings you here?”


    Bryan’s gaze swept over the wreckage, his expression as dark as a midnight sky. “What on earth is happening here? Where is Makenna?”


    “I… She…” My words stumbled over themselves, unable to form a coherent thought.


    yton, his patience as thin as a piece of paper, snapped, “Answer the question! Where is Makenna?”


    Their impatience was a palpable force. I reluctantly muttered, “She… She was taken away by Prince Dominic.”


    I sidestepped the reasons behind her removal.


    Their faces grew even stormier at this revtion.


    They turned on their heels and walked out without saying anything more. As I watched their retreating figures, I felt a growing sense of remorse and irritation, akin to an unhealed wound.


    Could Makenna truly be so extraordinary that all three princes were so bewitched by her?


    For the first time, I began to wonder if I had overlooked something significant.


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