As Cabrera and Nathan were escorted into the palace, a gaze from afar muttered.
"Well, this wasn't part of the plan"
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"Do you know why you're here?"
Nathan took the lead and replied…
"No"
Bolton tilted his head and stared.
"You are?"
"Nathan. Nathan Trent. I am Cabrera's advisor"
He stares back at Cabrera.
"Is this true?"
Nathan nudged him and whispered.
"Leave this one to me"
Cabrera blinked then nodded.
Speaking to people of high status was not his forte.
Bolton was annoyed, yet his smile didn't falter.
"Your little act has made many homeless, destroyed a few businesses, and, above all, killed many"
Nathan cast a suspicious glance. Since when have royals cared about anything that happened to commoners?
"To avoid souring the relationship between us, we'll have you pay a sum"
Cabrera spoke, surprised…
"Is that all?"
The old man smiled.
