NovelStartChapter 1674 Let's Speak Frankly
On the way here, she had mentally prepared herself.
Jolie brought Claire to the Queen's palace. It was different from the other royal palaces, with a modern flair, almost trendsetting.
The palace was enormous. Claire followed Jolie through a maze of twists and turns for five minutes before finally arriving at a
spacious tea room.
As soon as Claire entered, she saw a figure standing by the window.
"Your Majesty, I've brought Miss Claire," Jolie bowed and exited, closing the door behind her.
Claire's gaze never left that figure as she tried to guess her thoughts.
So she's not going to turn around?
"Your Majesty," Claire slightly nodded her head, speaking gently with proper etiquette. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
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Catherine turned with a stony expression, scrutinizing her from head to toe, from her face to her figure.
Claire was very calm, even tranquil as she met her gaze, trying to discern her inner thoughts from her expressions.
Recalling Jolie's words, with Claire now before her, Catherine was furious as a woman. If not for her being Ivan's sister, she would
have slapped her already!
But she knew she had to restrain herself.
So Catherine's lips curved up. "Have a seat, I've brewed stea. Let's chat while we drink." She still wanted to advise her.
"Your Majesty," Claire remained standing, watching as Catherine sat down. She sincerely explained in a soft voice, "| have a
boyfriend in Arkpool City, so | cannot accept Prince Taylor's affection."
"Oh?" The Queen had just picked up the teapot but glanced up at her remark before withdrawing her gaze to pour tea. "If you're so
principled, why accept the King's affection then?"
"What?" At first Claire thought she had misheard, not understanding her meaning.
Because she had misunderstood in a way Claire hadn't considered at all.
Catherine set down the teapot. Sitting straight, she didn't ask Claire to sit either, just lifted her eyes to the girl standing not far
away.
But this time, her gloomy dark eyes held scrutiny. "There's no need to pretend you don't understand. Although | called you here,
let's speak frankly."
Clearly the Queen was unhappy, even suppressing anger.
Claire had often written such expressions and mannerisms in her - barely containing rage, yet enduring and considerate,
with a chilled gaze.
"Claire, | know you're Mr. Marsh's sister, but trying to steal my husband here is wrong of you," Catherine's eyes narrowed as she
calmly sipped her tea. "Although the King is ill and aged, he's not muddle-headed."
Now Claire finally understood the misunderstanding... she was speechless!
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In her heart Claire ridiculed Catherine's characterization - not low EQ, but low IQ.
"Your Majesty, just because Prince Taylor was clinging toand the King called him out for neglecting his duties and chased him
away, you think I'm having an affair with the King? Is that what you mean?"
Catherine's eyes answered her.
Claire really wanted to laugh, but she had to respect the Queen's status. So she explained earnestly and sincerely, "This is a
misunderstanding. I'm not that kind of person, neither is the King."
Seeing her emphasize so seriously, she didn't seem to be lying.
Catherine examined her for a bit. "Regardless of whether it's true, it's a fact you dined with the King. That's already improper. |
hope you'll cease such behavior!"
The Queen's anger didn't benefit anyone, and Claire had already obtained the food samples.
So Claire readily agreed, "Alright."
Catherine was actually surprised by her sudden cooperativeness.
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