Chapter Seventy Eight
A reality she never knew.
Third Person’s Point of View
Fate knew that there is something wrong.
Clayton had never failed to notice her scent whenver she was in his radius, yet she was seating not far from the man and his eyes still never left the folder placed on his desk. It seemed like his whole attention is placed on every sheet of paper that is inside that folder, and all his senses seemed to grew idle. She knew that with everything that happened to her, Clayton would not sit back and continue letting these hunters have her.
But what is getting his undivided attention?
“Your Highness,” She called, testing the waters.
Clayton squinted his eyes, still focused on the papers. He hesitated before flipping a page, the anger is clear evident in his eyes. As if
