"Miss—" The bodyguards stepped forward.
Tears suddenly welled up in Neve Sherwood’s eyes. "Martial King, what are you doing?"
Drake Trent didn’t loosen his grip just because she was crying. "I’ve t Claire Sherwood. While you’ve mimicked her appearance, figure, movents, and voice very well, so of your minor habits are different. You’re Grace Sherwood, aren’t you?"
His hand quickly moved to her face. Using his Power, he could feel a thin mask covering it.
Neve Sherwood suddenly started laughing. "As expected of the Martial King..."
She stood up and leaned against Drake Trent, her finger tracing a line across his chest as she said coquettishly, "Are you going to expose , Martial King...?"
Drake Trent looked down at her, then seized her wrist and pushed her away.
"Did you steal the Trent Family’s porcelain jar?"
Neve Sherwood shook her head lightly. "That wasn’t . But I know where it is."
"Where?"
A smile played on Neve Sherwood’s lips. "Martial King, how about we cooperate?"
Drake Trent’s eyes narrowed slightly. "How?"
"You help secure the position of Family Head, and I’ll help you find what you’re looking for."
"Deal."
「anwhile.」
Alvin Morgan brought Aurora Sinclair to his room and pulled her into his arms again.
"Did you miss ?"
Aurora Sinclair nodded.
Alvin Morgan lowered his head and kissed her, a little more gently than last ti.
’The position is a bit off, though. Why are we lying down?’
After reaching an agreent with Neve Sherwood, Drake Trent went to look for Aurora Sinclair.
He realized that the male bodyguard who had taken her away hadn’t returned.
He imdiately unleashed his domain of Power to search for her.
"Joy Young—"
The wooden door to one of the rooms was forcefully pushed open.
The girl inside turned to look at him. Her small, palm-sized face was covered with sticky notes, and she held a stack of playing cards in her hand.
"Young Master? Care for a ga?"
The male bodyguard sitting across from her also had a few sticky notes on his face.
A dark glint appeared in Drake Trent’s eyes. He said abruptly, "Go make my bed."
Aurora Sinclair blinked. "Which room are you sleeping in?"
Only then did Drake Trent realize that the Sherwood Family hadn’t shown them to their guest rooms yet.
He said, sowhat awkwardly, "Stop playing. It’s ti to go."
"Is it ti for dinner?" Aurora Sinclair asked.
Drake Trent pressed his lips together and asked, seemingly displeased, "Are you coming or not?"
Aurora Sinclair had no choice but to put down the cards, obediently get up, and follow him out.
「That evening.」
Tate Sherwood hosted a banquet to entertain the Trent Family’s father and son.
All the mbers of the Sherwood Clan, from both the Core Lineage and the branch families, were present, seated on two sides.
In the very center were two tables. Tate Sherwood sat at the table on the right, while the one on the left was empty.
In Niphoria, the left side is the seat of honor. Because Tate Sherwood did not possess the Family Head Order, he was not qualified to sit there, so it could only be left vacant.
To show the grandeur of the occasion, the Sherwood Clan had specially invited Niphoria’s finest Dancing Girls to perform for everyone.
As the music began, the Dancing Girls, dressed in traditional attire, gracefully entered the hall. Their faces were painted with exquisite makeup, a truly pleasing sight to behold.
The surrounding Sherwood Clansn watched with great enthusiasm, so murmuring comnts to each other.
Drake Trent took a small sip from his wine cup and turned to look at the girl sitting behind him.
She was wearing the traditional garnts the Sherwood Clansn had prepared for her, kneeling obediently beside her table and watching the performance without moving.
He found her quiet appearance sohow endearing, and his heart softened a little for so reason.
"Is it beautiful?" Drake Trent asked.
Aurora Sinclair’s eyes never left Alvin Morgan, who was sitting opposite them. "Beautiful..." she replied.
Drake Trent asked, amused, "Which one do you like?"
"I like all of them."
"How greedy."
Drake Trent replied with feigned helplessness, then turned to Tate Sherwood. "Head of the Sherwood Family, would it be possible to have the Dancing Girls give her the sa makeup?"
Snapping back to reality, Aurora Sinclair was completely stunned.
Then, two Dancing Girls ca over and led her away. Aurora Sinclair, still in a daze, was taken.
When she returned, she was completely transford.
Beneath the moonlight, her long, dark hair was tied up and adorned with a Sakura Pearl Hairpin. Two strands of hair fell over her chest. The freckles on her face were now concealed, a touch of color was on her lips, and her eyes looked gentle.
Drake Trent felt his breath catch, and his heart began to beat a little faster.
Across the room, Alvin Morgan’s brows furrowed instantly. ’Although this face doesn’t compare to her real one, it’s stunning under the moonlight. It’s attracting the attention of many n—especially Drake Trent. His eyes are already full of possessiveness.’
Aurora Sinclair lowered her head and bowed to the crowd, then walked with small steps to Drake Trent’s side and sat down again.
"Very beautiful." Drake Trent gazed at her for a mont before praising her in a low voice.
Aurora Sinclair nodded calmly, picked up her chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of at into her mouth, as if she had been starving all day.
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