Chapter 1489 A Hateful Assignment

Chapter 1489 A Hateful Assignment

Here?

The woman's eyes shot open.

And In no time, she was back on her feet.

"Quickly, lead the way!" She gestured to the girl who had just run in. And as they moved, the ladies beside her never stopped fanning their mistress.

Camila gave off a witty smile, slowly swaying her hips back and forth out of her private bed chambers.

This was her sanctuary, for when her dear husband was out of the estate on business, that could take too long to accomplish.

Staying away from their main bedroom chambers would make her miss her husband slightly less.

That's right.

Just as her husband was crazy over her, she too was crazy over him.

The 2 mad people found love in this chaotic world.

Camille bit her already pink full, and plump lips, making them dresser and lighter bigger.

What? Just because she loved her husband didn't mean she didn't like attention from others.

"Mistress."

A group of guards standing outside the room all fell on one knee, saluting her humbly.

"Get up."

At Camila's command, the blue-toned burly guards rose to their feet, creating a formation around her.

They blocked her line of sight in all corners, including the forefront. All anyone could see were her legs within the formation.

Hmmmm...

Camila chuckled. This was how she liked things to be, especially when she wanted to mesmerize others with her beauty.

The sudden revelation always allowed people to gasp in awe once she emerged from the formation.

Additionally, a few of her maids fanning her would also place the fans across her face to create the illusion that only those worthy would see her beauty.

The woman knew she was a beauty and made good use of her charms.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Mistress."

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Din. Din. Din. Din. Din. ~

Steady footsteps passed through the many hallways and stairways, moving from the 3rd to the ground floor.

The guests were kept in her audience hall in wait.

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..

Lucky for her, blue-toned people, their veins were far less evident in their faces. Or else these people would've seen Camila's veins popping out crazily.

"You're indeed right. If you did look down on me, you wouldn't be here today... However, don't you think you owe me an explanation for turning down my request?"

Naughty.

The men smiled in amusement, seeing Camila's gorgeous face look so pitiful.

If not for their training, their hearts would've long softened by her gaze.

Good heavens.

It was a sin for a woman to look this good.

"Lady... No... Duchess Camila... The reason your request was turned down was because the Society had already promised that I'm a request to someone else."

What?

Someone else joined the T.O.E.P just before she did and requested to sit on the throne too?

Camila's body emitted a dangerous aura.

Who?... Who Is it??!

The masked men smiled.

"It's your dear cousin... Cletus Ghoul."

"Bastard!!!!"

This time, Camila broke character.

That slimy light-headed idiot actually managed to beat her to it?

No way! Her first son must rule Titarian.

She couldn't allow that bastard to take what she and her family had been planning for ages.

Dammit!

What should she do now?

The masked men chuckled.

"Lady Camila... As part of the Society, it's forbidden to kill other members... But, there's still a situation that allows it."

Camila's eyes lit up.

That's right, the killing period.

'Good... Good... Coupon, I hope you don't blame me for being heartless. Who asked you to covert what belongs to my son?'

A dangerous smile spread out on her lips while watching the masked men rise from their seats.

"Duchess Camila, we are here to inform you of your first assignment... And that is to help your cousin take the throne."