Chapter 747

Chapter 747:

Andrew chimed in, “We’re helping Dottie secure her position, and in return, she’ll lend us a hand.”

“Dottie?” Howard echoed, his curiosity piqued.

Madisyn almost forgot that Howard had no idea who the girl was that he’d saved. “Do you remember rescuing a girl from the Serpentine Palers?”

“Yes, how do you know?”

“That girl,” Madisyn explained, “is Dottie.”

Howard looked stunned, his gaze shifting to Milly, who seemed equally surprised.

Madisyn continued, “Funny how fate works, isn’t it? If you hadn’t saved Dottie, the queen wouldn’t have stepped in to help me. I might not have made it past the palace gates.”

“I see… But as far as I know, Dottie has some… intellectual issues,” Howard remarked.

“I’ve already cured her,” Madisyn reassured him.

“You’re incredible, Madisyn,” Howard said, admiration evident in his voice.

“Alright, you two should get some rest. Andrew and I will be heading out,” Madisyn said, then glanced at the time before leaving with Andrew.

The truth was, Howard and Milly were so wrapped up in each other that it felt awkward to stay any longer.

But seeing them happy brought Madisyn genuine joy. A soft smile played on her lips.

Everything was finally falling into place, and that brought a much-needed sense of relief.

“You’ve got nothing left to worry about now,” Andrew said, taking her hand.

“Yeah, it’s a relief that Howard is okay,” Madisyn replied.

I∆†€$† ¢♄₳þŧëяŞ ¡η gałnøνεlŞ.cø₥

Their destination today was the Black family’s house.

With the Hunt family already out of the picture, all that remained was ensuring the Blacks didn’t back Savannah. Once that was handled, Dottie would secure her position as the queen.

In the car, Madisyn’s phone rang—it was Babette.

“I heard about the explosion at the base of the Serpentine Palers. Is your brother alright?” Babette asked, casting a glance at Dottie, who sat next to her.

Dottie, poised and regal, exuded the air of a queen, though her calm eyes revealed a flicker of concern.

Babette, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle change in Dottie. Howard’s timely rescue clearly meant something deeper to her.

“Thank you for asking, Your Majesty. Howard’s fine,” Madisyn replied.

Babette exhaled in relief, and Dottie’s posture softened, a glimmer of joy lighting her eyes. Babette smiled knowingly, her fondness for Howard growing. A brilliant tech mind with a heart of gold, hailing from Lorpond—Howard seemed more and more like the perfect candidate for a son-in-law. The thought was certainly a pleasant one.

“Dottie is extremely grateful for your brother’s help. Madisyn, if you have the time, please bring your brother to the palace. We’d love to properly host you both,” Babette suggested warmly.

.

.

.