?Chapter 1158:


    Antoni dropped his gaze, avoiding any eye contact, and murmured, “Your Highness, I… I only wanted to assist you…”


    “Assist me? You’re nothing but a traitor; you align yourself with whoever benefits you. Do you honestly think I would take you seriously?” the prince snapped back.


    Antoni opened his mouth to respond, but he didn’t have the courage to utter a word.


    The prince disregarded him, turned away, and stated coldly, “I have no interest in your issues with Makenna Dunn. What matters now is that we hold the two people she values the most as captives.”


    As he spoke, his eyes passed over me, icy and unyielding. “Given the current situation, there’s no need to coborate with Leonardo anymore. Makenna should simply trade Jett for her, and that’s the simplest solution.”


    Antoni’s face altered dramatically, and a hint of fear flickered in his eyes.


    He fought to rise from the floor and said hurriedly, “Your Highness, this… this may not be wise! Makenna is smart and cunning; if she finds out we’ve seized Alice, she will surely trap us! Perhaps we should stick to our initial n and team up with Leonardo.”


    “Enough!” The prince interrupted him sharply, fixing Antoni with a fierce re. “This isn’t your decision to make!”


    Antoni stepped back, clearly shaken by the wizard prince’s presence, and remained silent.


    The prince shot him a frosty re, then turned his attention to me, cautioning, “You’d better behave, or don’t say I didn’t warn you when things get ugly.”


    With that, he scoffed coldly and departed, waving his sleeve dismissively.


    Antoni stood there, seething with anger as he red at me. Finally, he gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath before heading out of the cell to follow the wizard prince.


    When the heavy iron door mmed shut, silence enveloped the cell once more.


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    I sat on the floor holding Winfred, feeling utterly helpless and afraid.


    Makenna’s POV:


    For the next few days, my heart felt restless and anxious.


    We deployed scouts repeatedly, searching high and low for any trace of Alice and Winfred.


    Whenever a scout entered the hall with their head hung low, I couldn’t resist rising from my seat, my eyes glued to their faces, desperately searching for any glimmer of hope.


    Yet, they would simply shake their heads and murmur softly, “Still no news.”


    I clenched the armrests harder, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.


    Alice and Winfred—where on earth were they? Were they safe?


    What kind of wild thing would that lunatic Antoni do to them?


    These worries nagged at me day and night, keeping me awake.


    Just when I felt I was about to lose it, a sudden, jarring sound shattered the silence. An arrow sliced through the air and flew toward the wall of the hall.


    I stood frozen in disbelief, trying to process what was happening until Alden dashed over and yanked me to the side.


    Thud! The arrow quivered slightly where it struck the wall.


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