Chapter 222 - Unspeakable Nature (1/2)

A tall shadow cast over Chanel Greene as she stood by the threshold. Right in front of her was the crown prince of Nisia, Maxen, who was standing by the window with his hands dipped in his pockets.

She flinched. Maxen Sui just looked over his shoulders and a corner of his lips tugged up in a smirk that promised nothing but Chanel Greene's destruction. She could see it in his eyes. She could see that he knew a thing or two about her. Things of an unspeakable nature that she had done just to propel her to the top.

Chanel Greene knew exactly what she was guilty of, which was why all she wanted to do was run as far away as possible.

Seeing the prince orc.h.e.s.trated such a discreet meeting just so he could speak with her made Chanel Greene sick to the core. She wanted to puke on the carpet and her hand automatically flew to her stomach as if the gesture could hold in its contents.

She knew what the prince was capable of. That was why she never dared walk along or beside the path that the royal family trudged on.

But look where she was now. Caged in with the jaguar himself. Everyone knew Maxen as the prince, and only a few knew of the man that hid behind the smiles and charitable works.

Maxen Victor Eton Sui. He who could kill with one blow.

If he sought for her audience it meant one thing, he knew what she was up to. The thought froze Chanel Greene in her spot, and she fought the need to scratch the itch on her skin when a creeping feeling coursed through it.

As if he could hear her heartbeat which danced along with the fear that rattled her bones, Maxen walked closer with a sinister smile on his face, stopping in front where Chanel Greene stood rooted on the carpeted floor.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Chanel Greene couldn't help but tap and scratch her skirt. She wanted to take back her words earlier when she called Olivia her angel. It was clear as day to Chanel Greene that the Lin heiress wasn't her angel, but her grim reaper dressed in a thousand-dollar couture ensemble.

At that exact second, a thousand and one solutions floated in Chanel Greene's mind, but everything boiled down to two: should she come clean and be an ally of the crown or stick to the Suis enemies who promised their demise?

Dipping into a curtsey, Chanel Greene's knees wobbled like jelly as she stood and found her balance. She did a side glance to Olivia, and a corner of her twitched upon seeing the cold queen emit nothing but arctic air.

”Good morning, Your Highness,” Chanel Greene greeted. She couldn't look Maxen in the eye so she decided to look at his chin instead.

”Good morning. I'm glad you were able to accommodate us even on a short notice, Ms. Greene.”