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Chapter 67.
The queen mother called her youngest son to the room. She served him his favorite food and asked a few questions about the party they had last night.
"How did the party go last night?" she asked, adding more soup to his plate.
Percival drank and ate quietly. The food was delicious. She did it exactly the way he wanted. However, he was not stupid enough to say anything that would implicate his mother: "Mother, go straight to the point. You know we are used to this treat whenever you need information from us."
She sighed. Her sons were getting smarter as the day went by. They knew her methods when she wanted something from them.
"Fine," The queen mother sat next to him as he rushed to his meal. "Tell me if Alistair or the boys have something to do with those girls."
Percival stopped eating at once. His face was full of disappointment. "Why on earth would you think they did that?"
