The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

Chapter 1700

It wasn't the right moment to start a confrontation.

They lacked all the necessary information, and engaging in a fight could worsen their situation on this "dangerous" island.

Besides, she had refused to attend the party in order to test the staff's attitude, and she had got what she wanted.

Hannah said, "I'm hungry too.

Let's go eat, Lydia.

A dinner that reduces the auction price by 20%? It seems like a good deal.

" Picking up on the cue, Lydia played along.

"Alright, you've convinced me.

I'll join you.

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" As they passed the staff member, Hannah shot him a glance.

He met her gaze briefly, his expression tinged with malice.

Unprepared for Hannah's turnaround, he swiftly concealed his expression with a courteous smile.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with, Miss?" "No, I'm okay," Hannah replied with a smile, leading Lydia through the door.

Inside, the ambiance was far different from their expectations.

Soft lighting and soothing music created an atmosphere of elegance.

What had seemed dilapidated from the outside now felt like a grand palace within.

A straight corridor stretched ahead, guiding them effortlessly.

Though dimly lit, Hannah could see the paintings adorning the walls.

Mostly portraits, similar to those outside her room on the third floor.

Their footsteps echoed softly in the long hallway.

Feeling uneasy, Lydia clung to Hannah and Brayden, sandwiching herself between them.

"Hannah.

Her voice trembled.

"The further we go, the more eerie it feels... And it's so cold.

" Hannah glanced at Lydia, trying to reassure her.

"It's probably just the air conditioning.

The host seems to have aimed for a medieval castle vibe, and they've succeeded in creating an atmosphere. Don't let your imagination run wild.

" "It's not my imagination... it's just that the further we go, the weaker my legs feel.

Why is it so quiet?" Lydia expressed her unease.

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Brayden tried to reassure her.

"This hallway is so long that it muffles any other sounds.

Miss Moore is correct.

Don't let your imagination run wild.

He glanced at Hannah, silently appreciating her efforts to calm! ng her Lydia. Hannah gently squeezed Lydia's hand.

"The lighting is dim here.

Watch your step and hold onto me.

m "Okay!" Lydia replied, finding comfort in Hannah's touch.

"Pearson sure has peculiar tastes, hosting a banquet in such an unusual place....

As she finished speaking, the lights ahead suddenly blazed to life without warning.