Chapter 632

Chapter 632:

Savannah nodded, her smile unwavering. “Enjoy your meal. Feel free to visit me for tea whenever you find the time,” she said, before turning gracefully and leaving.

The moment she was out of earshot, Waylon’s curiosity got the better of him. “Who was that?”

“A princess of Aswil, Savannah.”

“Right… but isn’t Aswil in the middle of some serious trouble? Is she trying to win us over or something?” Waylon wondered aloud.

Zahir remarked, “Winning us over won’t do much. She’s probably after Andrew.”

Andrew responded calmly, “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

Waylon felt a slight unease, his eyes flicking between Andrew and Madisyn.

Madisyn gave a wry smile. “Relax, Waylon. We’re not that easy to fool.”

Waylon scratched his nose, suddenly feeling like the most foolish one in the group.

The rare delicacies were nothing short of exquisite, and everyone savored the meal to the fullest.

After the hearty feast, they returned to the hotel to pack up and prepare for their departure. However, Andrew had a quick errand to run. Madisyn knew exactly what he was up to and didn’t bother asking.

Waylon sidled up to her, lowering his voice. “I have a feeling Princess Savannah has some hidden motives. Aren’t you even a little worried about Andrew?”

“There’s always someone with an agenda when it comes to Andrew, but that’s his mess to handle, not mine,” Madisyn replied calmly.

Waylon couldn’t help but flash her a thumbs-up. “You’re something else.” Her perspective on relationships was something a lot of people could learn from.

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A couple of hours later, Andrew returned, his expression revealing nothing. Madisyn sensed a subtle seriousness about him but chose to keep her questions to herself.

With the competition behind them, they were ready to head home.

As they drove in silence, Andrew’s voice broke through. “We’re being followed,” he said, his tone calm but firm. Instantly, everyone’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror, spotting the car trailing close behind.

Madisyn glanced back and remarked, “It’s probably just Wesley and Jada.”

Waylon shrugged, adding, “No point wasting energy on them—they can’t do anything to us.” But Madisyn’s eyes narrowed slightly. She was intrigued by what might be running through Wesley’s mind.

Meanwhile, in the car behind them, Wesley was a complete wreck. He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the night before. They’d handed the impostor over to the police, only to discover she was a former racer—one Rosemarie had defeated in the past. After Rosemarie’s mysterious disappearance, the woman had resorted to impersonating her for a quick payday.

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