Chapter 698

Chapter 698:

Savannah let out a dismissive laugh. “That sounds like something the poor say to make themselves feel better. Madisyn, don’t tell me you’ve joined their ranks.”

“The poor?” Madisyn’s gaze turned sharp. “So, you look down on those with less?”

Savannah’s eyes flashed with impatience. As a royal, she was expected to be benevolent, to care for all her subjects. But her true thoughts were unmistakable. She despised the poor.

“Look down? They’re beneath my notice.” Savannah’s lips twisted into a smug sneer.

“I shudder to think what Aswil will become once your father becomes king,” Madisyn said, her eyes narrowing.

“Aswil will flourish,” Savannah said, her voice filled with pride. “In ways you could never understand.” She leaned closer, her smile triumphant. “Face it, Madisyn. You’re shattered inside because Andrew’s heart belongs to me now.”

Madisyn met her gaze, unwavering. “I’m not shattered.”

Savannah’s smile faded into disbelief. “Stop lying. I see right through you.”

“I pity you,” Madisyn said softly, her gaze steady on Savannah. “To stoop so low for love, sneaking and scheming like a thief in the night.”

The words hit Savannah like a blow. Born into privilege, worshipped by society—how dare Madisyn look at her with such disdain?

However, Savannah was not as naive as Patty.

“You think you can rattle me with cheap shots?” she sneered. “Tomorrow, it’s my engagement to Andrew. And you? You’ll be lurking in the shadows, nothing more than a ghost.” Her lips curled into a smug smile, convinced Madisyn felt every ounce of pain.

Once, Andrew and Madisyn were inseparable, but now all she could do was watch him pledge his future to someone else.

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Surely, Madisyn’s heart was tearing apart. “Best wishes on your engagement,” she murmured, turning on her heel with a calmness that felt unnervingly cold.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, Savannah felt a surge of anxiety. A strange instinct told her that Madisyn wouldn’t give up so easily—she would certainly make a move.

Savannah snapped an order to her attendants, her voice laced with urgency. “Tomorrow’s ceremony is crucial. Watch everything. Not a single slip-up is allowed.”

“Rest assured, Your Highness. We’ve stationed the most elite guards. The event will go smoothly.”

Only then did Savannah breathe a little easier, reassured. Meanwhile, Andrew was inspecting the preparations when a worker, burdened with a precarious stack of heavy boxes, tripped.

“Mr. Klein, move—quickly!” the worker yelled.

However, Andrew just stood there, motionless, as if oblivious to the impending collision.

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