?Chapter 729:


    Makenna’s POV:


    My eyes reddened with anxiety, and I stammered in desperation, “You’ve got it all wrong! This man is Martin, and I’m here to save him. This whole mess… it’s just a huge misunderstanding.”


    “Martin?” Bryan’s sneer cut through the tense warehouse like a de, hisughter brimming with mockery. “Ah, now I remember. Isn’t he the lowly servant who trims the pce hedges and waters the royal daisies? We’ve crossed paths before…”


    As he spoke, his icy gaze bored into me, and his strong hand dug painfully into my shoulder.


    “Take a good look, is this so-called Martin really the same man you im he is?” Bryan said, his voice sharp and biting, as he jabbed a finger toward Martin, who was slumped against the wall in the corner.


    My heart skipped a beat as fragments of memory shed through my mind—Martin gravely injured, lying helpless in a hospital bed. Bryan had visited me back then, so he definitely knew Martin’s face.


    Yet, as I turned to Martin, the oddity of the situation weighed on me.


    He no longer bore the modest, weathered features I remembered. Instead, he had transformed into a man so breathtakingly handsome, it was as if a master sculptor had carved him from marble. His sharp, timeless features betrayed no sign of age, defying all logic.


    A jolt of shock rooted me to the spot. My thoughts scrambled like leaves in a whirlwind.


    From the moment we set foot in the warehouse, Martin had inexplicably be… someone else. There was no reason to this bizarre twist, no way to spin it into something remotely believable.


    I dropped my gaze, my spirit deted, and my words died on my lips.


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    At this point, there was no use trying to exin—it would only dig me deeper into this quagmire.


    Dominic, moreposed than Bryan, gently pulled him aside.


    His sharp eyes fixed on me, his tone clipped but restrained. “Makenna, you’ve got some exining to do. Who is this man? And what are you even doing here?”


    yton’s face crumpled with a mixture of confusion and hurt. He shook his head and said, his voiceced with disappointment, “Makenna… is this your way of getting back at us? Were you so upset about us searching for Evelyn’s medicine today that you’d pull a stunt like this?”


    yton’s words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me hollow and hopeless.


    I recalled the hurtful words they’d thrown at me earlier and how their attention had been so wholly devoted to Evelyntely. A bitterugh bubbled up before I could stop it, dripping with self-mockery.


    “What do you even have that’s worth me trying to get even for? You’re the grand, untouchable princes. Whoever you choose to care about or shower with kindness—that’s your business, not mine. As for me? What happens to me is none of your concern.” The sharp words tumbled out before I could rein them in, each one heavy with scorn. My gaze flicked between the three princes as I sneered, “If you’re so convinced I’m just some capricious, shallow woman, then do it—kick me out of your precious pce. Frankly, I couldn’t care less.”


    “Makenna Dunn!” Bryan’s voice erupted like a thunderp, raw and furious, his anger crackling in the air. “You’re beingpletely irrational!”


    With that, he balled his fist and drove it into the wall with a force that made the entire structure shudder.


    The sharp crack reverberated through the warehouse, a thunderous echo that left the air humming and my ears ringing.


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