章節 1317: Chapter 1317: Worried About Them Burying the Hatchet_1

The time difference between Anstolas and Grearon is less than two hours.

As the news about "His wife being the actual big shot" blew up in Grearon, the State Banquet wasn't over yet.

At that moment, everyone in the Collinses had finished dinner and entered their resting time.

The latest news was on in the Holts' room.

She sat on the lounger, staring at Chloe Collins on the television, her eyes deep with implications.

Those eyes were full of complex emotions: pride, comfort, even arrogance, but also dimness, regret, and helplessness.

After a while, she gave a long sigh, turned off the television, and had the maid help her walk around in the courtyard to clear her mind.

The maid suggested, "Madam, it's already late. How about we skip the walk and I help you rest instead?"

"The fight is about to start. I need some quiet," she retorted.

Madam waved her hand, her hunched figure slowly shuffling out of the room.