"Hm, not in Greenwood mansion we are going! She gave that mansion back to Lucas James hires!"
This one caught Elizabeth's attention.
"Why? That wicked witch could meet the muse of ethics?"
Rave smirked. Elizabeth didn't change at all, this stern face was too familiar. Ryan gazed at the window, "open that in exchange if you want the answer."
Elizabeth sighed but her hand extended and opened the hatch.
"Well, move your tongue if you mind, your Majesty!"
As Elizabeth babbled, Ryan's mind froze, he hated that title. He didn't want even a second to witness the day people assume him as the prince of Bolingtone court.
"Don't use that word at all, it is the worst insult ever!"
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, looking at him in amazement! Did he hate those people this much? However, they were in the same boat.
"Sorry, for a moment I forgot that they are thieves of solidarity."
Ryan moved in his place, his back hurt as the carriage was too old and uncomfortable.
