?Chapter 705:


    As he was talking, the car gradually halted. Before us stood a magnificent restaurant. Its entrance was bathed in bright lights that spilled warmly into the interior, creating an aura of unmistakable luxury.


    We stepped out of the car and followed a waiter into the restaurant. Before long, we were guided to a private dining room. The room was tastefully adorned, with tables and chairs arranged meticulously and the lighting set just right. Soon, servers arrived, delivering an array of sumptuous dishes to our table.


    I gazed in awe at the feastid before us and could not hold back my surprise. “Look at all this food! How can we possibly eat it all?”


    yton picked up one of my favorites and served it onto my te with a smile. “Don’t worry about finishing everything. Just enjoy tasting a bit of each. The important thing is that you’re happy.”


    “Isn’t that a bit wasteful?” I muttered under my breath as I stared at the food on my te.


    No sooner had the words left my mouth than a sudden uproar broke out beyond the door. The mor escted quickly. The air was filled with shouts and what seemed to be the piercing cries of a woman in distress.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I jolted upright, my gaze instinctively darting to Bryan and yton. Their furrowed brows mirrored the disturbance I felt from the sudden scream that pierced the air.


    “Could something have happened outside?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.


    Bryan reached out, gently pinching my cheek in reassurance. “Don’t worry. I’ll have someone check it out,” he said with a calm confidence before turning to the nearby waiter. “Go see what’s happening outside.”


    “Yes, Your Highness,” the waiter replied promptly, bowing slightly before hurrying out.


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    It wasn’t long before he returned, bowing again. “Your Highness, there was a minor dispute among the patrons outside. We’ve already sent someone to handle it. There’s no cause for concern.” But his words didn’t ease the knot tightening in my chest. If anything, the noises outside—the cries and mor—seemed to grow louder, inching closer to where we sat.


    I couldn’t bear to stay seated any longer. Just as I shifted to stand, the door to our private room crashed open with a deafening bang. A woman stumbled in, her clothes rumpled, her hair a wild halo of disarray that fell over her face.


    Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, and her wide, terrified eyes darted toward the door. “No! No!” she cried, her voice trembling as she clutched the doorframe for support. “I just came here to have a meal—”


    Wait. Evelyn?


    Before I could process anything further, a hulking man barged in after her. His bloated face twisted into a revolting leer, and his meaty hand mped down on her arm. “You should be grateful for my attention! Aren’t women like you always after money? Don’t act so virtuous!”


    Evelyn writhed in his grip, her voice cracking with desperation. “Let me go! I’m with the princes! If youy a hand on me, they’ll make sure you regret it!”


    The fat man let out a barkingugh, his gaze raking over her with vile mockery. “The princes’ woman? Don’t make meugh. You think you’re worthy of that kind ofpany?”


    He reached for her hair, but before his hand could connect, Bryan moved. In a sh, he was on him, his boot connecting squarely with the fat man’s gut. The force sent the oaf staggering back, crashing to the floor with a guttural grunt. He writhed on the floor, clutching his stomach in agony, his face contorted with pain.


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