Chapitre 342: The Culprit

Princess Amaya looked around and saw her guards were coming to them. She signaled Vasquez with her eyes to stop. Vasquez looked troubled but relented.

Princess Amaya's brow furrowed as she was led into the room. A knot of unease tightened in her stomach as if she had unknowingly committed a transgression. The expansive chamber was accentuated by a grand table along the side of the wall, meticulously carved from rich, luxurious hardwood that exuded an aura of opulence and grandeur.

The man in his late forties, flanked by two others, exuded an air of authority. His piercing gaze made Princess Amaya feel like she was under intense scrutiny. To his left, a stout man stood as immobile as a statue, while to his right, a tall, slender figure with a stoic expression remained motionless.