NovelEnglishChapter 274 Stepping off the plane, we made a beeline for the royal banquet. Max's jet had landed directly on the palace's private airstrip, complete with a personal attendant laying out the stairs for us. Leading the way, Max turned back to hold my hand as we descended. Right at the foot of the stairs, a quaint carriage awaited us.
"Once we're inside the banquet hall, try to speak as little as possible. We have to make sure they don't find out you're not a real aristocrat. This society holds women in high esteem, especially those of noble birth. Your attire and this carriage are symbols of your status." As Max spoke, I couldn't help but frown slightly, considering my humble beginnings and how far I was from any notion of nobility.
Max guidedinto the carriage.
Just then, my veil and pearl necklace slipped off. Max gently helpedreadjust my veil and made sure the necklace was comfortably in place around my neck.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You are the daughter of Clayton Floyd and Lenore, born to nobility," he whispered, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.
He then took out a handkerchief to dab away a speck of dust from my foot, muttering, "You shouldn't have to walk." His doting gaze leftmomentarily speechless, a feeling akin to striking gold.
Our carriage proceeded through the main entrance, with Helen, dressed in a traditional Bravenland servant's outfit, by my side, whispering, "Claire, you look stunning today. Mr. Hilton can't take his eyes off you for a second." A wide smile spread under my veil.
"Try to laugh softly, like a true lady," Helen teased. I nodded in agreement, realizing for the first tthat those around me, aside from wantinggone, were slowly changing for the better, drawing closer.
Glancing back at Max, I noticed a few knight-like figures bowing to him before leading him through a different passage. His treatment seemed even more preferential than mine.
"Is Max really just a child of the Hilton family?" I murmured quietly, too softly for Helen to catch. Upon reaching the banquet hall, she presented our invitation to the guards, who promptly saluted and allowed our carriage to pass.
"My lady, there's a carpet here; you may walk on your own," said one of the attendants.
Helen flasheda cunning smile, offering her hand to helponto the lush red carpet. "What identity has Max crafted for me?" I inquired.
"He presented a proof of assets, claiming you're a hidden tycoon," she replied.
I couldn't help but give a wry smile; it was just so typical of Max to wave his hand and make money appear as if by magic.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe event was a charity auction, traditionally exclusive to the wealthy.
Adorned with jewelry weighing at least ten pounds, I thought I was well-prepared, only to find others more extravagantly decked out, swearing two rings on a single finger and necklaces piled high around their throats.
"The wealth disparity in this country is staggering. I've read about their citizens resorting to eating dirt out of hunger," I remarked.
Helen nodded in agreement. "It's safer if we don't get involved. Right now, our priority is to find your sister. While you're worried about her safety, consider your own as well." en
Scanning the room, I said, "Given my sister's status, she's likely to make a grand entrance. Let's first look for apy potential assassins." Helen pointed towards several high points, "Snipers could be positioned up there."
Turning to her, I realized that anyone in Max's circle must be highly trained, almost assassin-like, to identify En.
sniper positions at a glance.
I Perhaps I knew too little about Max, or maybe I had been tog focused on my own survival to pay attention to those around me.
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