?Chapter 718:


    Jett answered coolly, unshaken, “I’ll y along. I’ll let Antoni capture me.”


    He smirked as he spoke, his tone dripping with cruel calction. “Makenna, with her soft heart, will surely try to rescue me once she learns what Antoni’s done. But to save me, she’ll have no choice but to seek help from those three princes.”


    A sinister edge crept into Jett’s voice as he continued, “But when those princes hesitate to step in, distracted by another woman, Makenna will be left vulnerable and desperate.”


    “Her heart will breakpletely. She’ll lose all faith in them. That’s when we’ll have her, and our victory will be sealed.”


    Evie’s POV:


    I pressed myself so tightly against the door that my ear nearly fused with the wood, afraid I might miss even a whisper from inside.


    Just as I hoped, Grandma’s anxious voice cut through the silence again. “I don’t understand your n. Makenna is such a sweet and innocent youngdy. If we go along with this, how dangerous could it be for her? I can’t just stand by and watch her get hurt!”


    “Don’t you want to avenge the Saint?” Jett’s voice rose in frustration, his words sharp as a knife. “If it weren’t for those dirty tricks from that shameless Leonardo and the Harrison family, how could the Saint have ended up in exile? How could she have met such a cruel fate so young? Have you really forgotten all those wrongs?”


    There was a long silence, and the tension in the room grew thick enough to cut with a knife.


    Grandma’s voice finally broke through, strained and shaky. “No. Makenna is the Saint’s only heir. She is our future. I can’t let her take any risks. I won’t allow anything to happen to her.”


    “Don’t you want to avenge the Saint?” Jett’s anger red again. His voice grew cold and fierce. “After all these years of bitterness, can you just swallow all that pain?”


    The silence returned, as Grandma was left without words. My heart pounded as I listened, anxiety gripping me tighter with every passing second.


    “Grandma, please stay strong! You can’t let this happen! Don’t let Makenna be put in harm’s way!” I muttered under my breath. After what felt like an eternity, Jett seemed to realize he’d pushed too hard.


    He took a deep breath, his tone softening as he exined, “Makenna is the true heir of the Saint and the Lycan royal bloodline. She must have incredible powers waiting to awaken in times of danger. She won’t be so easily harmed. And besides, I won’t let anything truly happen to her. I owe everything to the Saint and to Makenna. You know that better than anyone.”


    His words hit me like a thunderp, and my heart skipped a beat.


    Makenna… the true heir of the Lycan royal family? What does that even mean? Was the current Lycan royal family just a fraud? What in the world was going on?


    Grandma’s voice was still filled with uncertainty as she asked, “But how can you be sure the three princes will back out because of another woman? You know how everyone in the pce talks about how much they dote on Makenna. If they intervene, won’t the whole n fall apart?”


    Jett’s tone turned icy as he responded, “Recently, a woman named Evelyn showed up at the pce. My sources tell me she’s Antoni’s woman, and she’s also the younger sister of the maid who once saved the three princes. She’s got a condition that could strike at any time. If it does, won’t that keep the princes distracted?”


    “How can you be so sure Evelyn will have an episode?” Grandma asked, clearly puzzled.


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