“What do you mean by that?” asked Fiona. “Wait, you are…”

Fiona hadn’t recognized Henri because he always wore glasses and a black wig when he appeared to the public. But around Kristel, he hides nothing; instead, he casually shows his appearance.

“I have long known that you were my cousin’s puppet,” said Henri. “It appears you had no idea of my family’s conflict.”

“I don’t care! That doesn’t matter anymore.”

Fiona is stubborn. Henri could see that.

“You should be careful what you wish for, Fiona.” He grinned, then his smile disappeared as he added, “My patience with you is wearing thin.”

Fiona is such a wicked woman. She...