From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Athena was making her way to the Dear Garden when Trina caught up, frowning in confusion. “Ms. Monson, you actually told those people to demand money from the duke’s estate? Do they even have the puts?”

The duke’s estate was no ordinary place it was a distinguished noble house.

Common folks rarely set food in the magistrate’s office, let alone a duke’s estate

If they dare to demand money from the duke’s estate, they’d be digging their own graves

Athena chuckled dismissively. “Do you really think people in this line of work don’t have powerful backers? Besides, debt collection is an art–noone would be foolish enough to confront the Duke’s estate head–on.”

“Just letting the news of their debt get out will be enough to make the duke’s estate sweat”

Henry has always prided himself on his reputation. If he finds out Matthew caused such a colossal scandal, there’s no way he’ll let him off easy.

Trina’s face lit up with realization. “Ms. Monson, you’re brilliant! Using the duke’s estate to teach Matthew a lesson!”

Athena’s lips curled into a knowing smile, “Oh,

h, that was just the warm–up.”

Athena thought coldly, ‘Matthew still owes me a blood debt. He won’t get off lightly.”

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Just then, a page boy came running up frantically to Athena. “Ms. Monson, hurry back to manor! Your grandma has collapsed from raga

“What? How? I asked you to take care of her. What happened?” Athena was immediately alarmed when she heard the news

As Athena strode forward, the page boy quickly recounted what had happened.

Athena’s face turned ashen with raga, but avenging Matthew would have to wait–her grandmother took priority

An hour later, Athena retumed to the manor

Seeing Athena rush back in a flurry, Gwen hurried forward to meet her. “Don’t fret, Ms. Monson. Mrs. Monson is fine now

As she spoke, Gwen gave a significant glance toward the inner chamber and lowered her voice to a whisper. “On our way back, encountered Prince Xander. His Highness personally escorted Mrs. Monson home”

“Prince Xander?” Athena gasped.

Well, when Mrs. Monson was being helped out, the streets were jammed with people and he couldn’t get through. It was Prince Xander who cleared the way for us so she could leave. His Highness then personally escorted us back to the manor, and now Mrs. Monson is with him, chatting

“Mrs. Monson had fainted from sheer rage, but came to shortly after.”

“I must check on Grandmother! Athena exclaimed, rushing into the house.

In the main hall, Margaret sat in an ornate rosewood armchair, with two maids attending behind her

Kander was seated in the place of honor to her right, engaged in plassant conversation with Margaret.

Athena couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but she saw a happy smile Light up Margaret’s face.

Believed, Athena burried forward and called but, “Grandmother, are you all right”

Swing Athena rush in with hurried steps and an anxious expression, Margaret Immediately knew sha hap

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Margaret reached out with a gentle, reassuring smile and said, “Don’t worry, dear. I’m as fit as a fiddle.”

Athena leaned in to carefully examine Margaret, gently taking her pulse. Only after confirming that her grandmother was truly all right did she finally let

out a sigh of rel

Believed, Athena let out a quiet sigh, then performed a graceful curtsy toward Xander. “Thank you for your assistance, Prince Kander”

Xander rose gracefully and gestured lightly with his hand, “There’s no need for such formality”

Athena took her seat on the left, only then realizing she was drenched in sweat from her frantic rush

Even the tip of her nose was beaded with sweat,

Xander noticed Athena’s face flushed with exertion and realized just how genuinely alarmed she was

Xander offered her a handkerchief with a gentle smile, “Here, wipe your face.”

The handkerchief was pristine white, woven from the finest cloud–patterned brocade.

Delicately embroidered in one corner was a small “X–his personal mark

This was Xander’s personal handkerchief, and Athena hesitated, unsure whether it was proper to accept it

“What, you don’t want it?” Xander murmured, his voice low. Athena snapped out of it, quickly took it, and shook her head. “No, thank you.”

Clutching the handkerchiet, Athena felt strangely reluctant to use such a personal gift from Xander just to wipe away her sweat.

Noticing Athena’s flustered expression, Xander smiled faintly, produced an invitation from his robe, and presented it to her. “My mother’s birthday falls on the 28th of this month. You and Mrs. Monson must attend.”

Last time, Alexandra had warned her not to entertain any ideas of cozying up to royalty for her own gain.

Not even the subtle shift in Athena’s expression escaped Xander’s discerning gaze.

Athena thought anxiously, ‘If show up at Alexandra’s birthday banquet, she’ll skin me alive.”

Unwilling to voice her concerns in front of Xander, Margaret gracefully stepped in “Lady Alexandra’s birthday? Rest assured, Your Handan 3 y certainly attend. Thank you for your kind invitation.”

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