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Chapter 1415 A Royal Summons
Moreover, with Doreen's current condition, she might still be able to shield her health
issues from the public eye for a time, but internally, it was no longer a secret she could
conceal.
When Eugene and Olivia stepped out of the room, the noise from outside caught their
attention.
Following the sound, they saw River and Shannon.
Shannon's hands were held by River in a strange position, and she had a firm grip on his
wrists too.
Shannon was both embarrassed and annoyed. "You jerk, River. Let go of me, or I'll bite
you!"
River's grip remained firm, and he was stuck between not letting go and not moving. His
expression turned awkward as he explained, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Shannon struggled once more. "Let go!"
Seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of releasing her, she abruptly lowered
her head and bit his hand.
River winced in pain. "Alright, fine, I'll let go. Let's not fight, okay?"
After saying that, he slowly released her, but a small set of teeth marks were left on the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtback of his hand.
Despite the situation, he didn't seem angered. Instead, he sported a slight flush, and his
gaze at Shannon held a momentary hint of bewilderment.
Shannon shot him an annoyed glare. "Just you wait! I won't be that careless next time."
A smile tugged at Olivia's lips as she exchanged a knowing look with Eugene. The two
seemed to be sparring with each other.
However, regardless of how one interpreted it, they seemed to be playfully teasing each
other.
Eugene spoke up. "Shannon."
As if suddenly realizing their presence by the door, Shannon quickly recomposed herself
and hurried over in a few brisk steps. "Mr. Nolan."
"The Queen wants to meet us. Remember the task I entrusted to you."
Shannon lowered her head slightly. "Rest assured, Mr. Nolan."
Eugene nodded in acknowledgment.
The group left Eugene's residence and made their way directly to the palace.
After a brief wait in the hall, a man emerged from within. He gave a respectful nod to
Albert. "Mr. Bleu, the Queen requests your presence along with the genius doctor."
Albert acknowledged with a simple response. Before entering, he offered them some
reassuring words as he said, "Don't be nervous later. Just brush off anything Beatrix might
say, and I'll handle it."
Olivia wasn't nervous at all. On the contrary, she felt a sense of detachment.
In comparison to her last visit, the palace hadn't undergone significant changes. The only
uncertainty lay in whether the person inside had changed over time.
She found herself rather excited about the prospect of meeting her again.
This time, to their surprise, they encountered no hindrances and didn't face the challenges
they had at the Governor General's residence. Albert might have given them a heads-up in
advance; hence, the palace guards didn't impede their progress. They just conducted a
basic security check.
After passing the security check, the group easily made their way inside.
It was Olivia's first time entering the place, and her curiosity was piqued as she found
everything and invigorating.
The palace of Eurosia could no longer be described as just magnificent and resplendent; it
radiated the very essence of the nation's artistry. For instance, the abstract painting
behind the Queen's throne depicted the deities worshipped in Eurosia.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMoreover, the layout of items in the palace's eastern and western wings bore a
resemblance to the arrangement of an ancient imperial court. Right in the center was
Queen Alice's throne, symbolizing her supreme authority.
What set it apart from ancient times was how the courtiers were seated on both sides. It
was less of a palace and more of a grand assembly hall.
Olivia's gaze was inevitably drawn to the woman seated on the throne. She was clad in a
yellow gown with gilded edges, a crown signifying her queenship gracing her head. Her
expression was composed, her eyes sharp, and her whole demeanor exuded an innate
nobility and rigor.
She had changed. She was no longer the naive and innocent girl she had once been. Both
her face and gaze had matured excessively.
As they made their entrance, everyone's gaze fell upon them.
Although certain glances carried a hint of smugness, while others radiated disdain or a
touch of malicious glee, none dared to whisper behind their hands.
Olivia raised an eyebrow in secret amusement. It seemed that Alice was not as weak and
vulnerable as they had assumed. At the very least, she displayed a respectful attitude
toward her.
Albert led them to the front and bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, as requested, I've
brought the genius doctor. This is Miss Maxwell, the miraculous healer who treated
General Bleu, and alongside her is Mr. Nolan, Miss Maxwell's husband."
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