NovelUSAChapter 691
---- "Twas on my way to visit my mother and found this woman attacking youright in front of these incompetent
fools!" He barked at the soldiers stationed at the gate, who lowered their heads.
He clearly outranked them.
"And who is your mother?" Ah, allowto formally introduce myself.
| am Francis Lemar Prescott, son of the housekeeper, Mrs.
Prescott," he said, and suddenly, his confidence made sense "I see.
Then, thank you for your assistance, but it won't be necessary..." "Duchess, dont worry, I'll handle this" "T said its
not necessary! Or are you deaf?" His arrogance was starting to irritate me.
"Go on your way, soldier! Thats an order from your Duchess!" He locked eyes with me.
As much as he tried to mask it, | saw the flicker of disdain buried deep within them.
as you wish," he finally said, shooting one last deadly glare at the girl before turning back to his horse.
He mounted and spurred the beast harshly, galloping off at full speed, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThese servants thought they had far too many rights.
Now that Elliot favored me, | would find a way to rid myself of the ---- housekeeper.
"Letsee that paper." "Yes, yes, of course," she handedthe note again.
It was clearly the desperate words of a prisoner.
There were even traces of bloody fingerprints.
"T didnt do it, Elliot.
Ive gone over all my stepsl know who betrayed you.
| beg you, after so many years of service, csee me; you are in grave danger." Istood there, pensive, staring
at the crude handwriting.
Why didnt he just reveal the traitors name? Why take the risk of sending his daughter to plead on his behalf?
Maybe because the culprit was someone closesomeone with power.
| wasnt sure...
but my mind filled with questions.
"Stand up.
I will go in the Dukes nto hear what your father has to say," | told the young woman.
She immediately broke down, sobbing even harder, trying to kiss my boots, thankingover and over.
"Tnever said | would save him.
Im only going to listen to what he has to say.
Put her up front, next to the coachman!" | turned and walked back to the carriage.
The prison was quite a distance from the city center.
"But, Your Grace, that place is...
unpleasant.
| mean, for a lady of your rank..." the soldier assistinginto the carriage hesitated.
---- "A Duchess cannot always hide inside her castle, dont you think?" Treplied, watching his stunned expression.
Without waiting for further words, | stepped inside, and within minutes, the carriage pulled away, merging into
the bustling streets.
| missed my daughter, but my instincts toldto follow this lead.
Something truly sinister was moving right under our noses.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmerred NARRATOR Mrs.
Prescott was outside giving the gardener instructions when she heard the galloping of a rider.
She turned her head, squinting against the suns glare, trying to make out the approaching figure.
The moment she recognized the man on horseback, her heart lurched.
Francis.
Her sons sudden arrival could only mean one thingtrouble.
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