CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Tatiana was red and fuming in anger when she walked outside of the room.
Even Emma thought that the princess was too hot to touch. They started marching away from the room. Every person they passed by can’t help but look over them with creased foreheads after seeing two servants marching and the other one was aggressively pushing the trolley like its wheels were about to come off.
Though it reminded Tatiana of the pushcarts in shopping malls that creaked when being pushed and every cart always at least had one broken wheel.
“Your highness, what happened back there?” Emma finally had the courage to act. The princess did not look over her direction and remained looking forward with fire in her eyes.
Tatiana grunted. “Elliot is being held hostage.”
“A what? Hostage
