Chapter 490 Waiting for You
Catherine’s silence unsettled Harry. He quickly sensed something was amiss, and a perplexed
expression crossed his face.
“Doctor, don’t you desire the Passam Stone?” he inquired. “Aren’t scientists like you the most eager to
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Catherine examined him carefully, finding no traces of deceit on his face.
“Tell me,” she eventually replied. ”
What do you need my assistance with?”
Her response brought relief to Harry. He said, “Doctor, my request is modest. I simply hope that you
can help me escape from the pce.”
He went on, “A strange illness is spreading within the pce, much like a gue, afflicting members of
the royal family. The king has decreed that no one from the royal family can leave the pce. I only
wish to stay alive. If you can aid me in escaping and safeguard my life, I’ll reward you with the Passam
Stone.”
Catherine lowered her head, a frigid intensity in her eyes, and her icy gaze swept over Harry.
“Why do you believe I can get you out of the pce?” she inquired. Harry locked eyes with Catherine,
unwavering in his resolve. “Because you are the sole person who has dared to offend Queen Lina and
depart from the pce unharmed.”
The king’s deep affection for Queen Lina was evident in his determination to elevate her son to the
throne despite opposition.
Within the pce, no one dared to cross Queen Lina.
As if concerned that Catherine might doubt his sincerity, Harry emphasized, “Doctor, all I desire is to
survive. For me, staying alive is more crucial than anything else.”
A few seconds passed before Catherine responded to Harry. A few secondster, Catherine turned to
Withal, who was standing nearby, and ordered, “Take him away.”
“Understood,” Withal promptly acknowledged. Even before their arrival in Ravenloth, their headquarters
had already established awork of informants and personnel within the pce.
Effecting the disappearance of a person from the pce without a trace wasn’t too challenging. After
receiving Catherine’s directive, Withal nodded to Harry.
“Your Highness, this way, please.”
Harry looked at Catherine with gratitude and said, “Doctor, thank you. Once they departed, Paxton
Duncan spoke softly, “Mr. Duncan, this is Prince Harry, the thirteenth son of the king.”
With that, he shifted his gaze to Catherine. Observing Catherine’s interaction with Harry, it was clear
she wasn’t aplete stranger to him.
Paxton dared not press further, mindful of Mr. Duncan’s presence and the boundaries of his role.
Unexpectedly, Branden reached for Catherine’s hand, and she turned her gaze toward him.
Are you interested in the Passam Stone? “he inquired.”
Catherine didn’t deny it, simply nodding casually. “I’ve heard it possesses some mystical properties and
thought it might be fun to have.”
Branden paid little attention to Catherine’s motive behind wanting the Passam Stone. His focus was on
her intentions. Since Catherine desired it, he was determined to acquire it for her.
“Very well, I’ll obtain it for you!”
His tone was gentle.
After all, it wasn’t the role of random men to fulfill Catherine’s desires. Catherine was unfazed, and she
was more than willing to ept Branden’s assistance.
Prince Harry piqued her interest; she couldn’t help but feel that this matter was moreplex than it
appeared. She had only been to the pce twice, and both times, she had crossed paths with him.
There were no such coincidences in this world. Furthermore, Prince Harry didn’t seem as ineffectual as
the rumors suggested.
How could he have learned so quickly about her interaction with Queen Lina, given that the information
within the crown prince’s chamber was sealed?
The fact that informants were ced in the crown prince’s pce was evident. Could he be an ordinary
person?
Reflecting on Catherine, who hadn’t even had dinner, Branden couldn’t help but feel a pang of
sympathy for her.
“Come, let’s return and have a meal,”
he suggested.
He was concerned solely with what mattered to him.
As for the royal family members, they were of no consequence to him. The following day, Catherine
enjoyed a peaceful slumber, waking up well into the afternoon when the sun shone brightly. As she
descended the stairs, the delightful scent of freshly prepared food greeted her.
Noticing her arrival, Withal, who had been seated on the sofa, immediately stood up and cast an urgent
nce her way.
When he stood up, Branden’s gaze followed suit. At that moment, Withal felt an icy chill sweeping in,
apanied by a powerful tempest.
It sent shivers down his spine, and he promptly retreated, too scared to advance. Having overseen the
Withalist n of the Hacker Alliance for quite some time, Withal had encountered all sorts of ruthless
individuals.
However, apart from Catherine, Branden was the only one who could instill such an instinctive fear in
him. After seeing to Withal, Branden made his way to the dining table and joined Catherine for the
meal.
Catherine raised an eyebrow as she noticed him picking up a fork.
“Haven’t you eaten either?”
A faint smile danced on the man’s handsome face, and a subtle glint graced his deep, enigmatic eyes.
“I was waiting for you.”
“Haha,” Catherine chuckled softly.
After a restful sleep, her mood was quite good. Withal, who was sitting on the sofa, watched the scene
from a distance, silently enduring this disy of affection.
Even big shots enjoyed disying affection, and there was no shortage of lovey-dovey moments
between them.
After waiting for a considerable time for Catherine to finish her meal and settle on the living room sofa,
Withal finally dared to approach.
As he got up, he intentionally nced in Branden’s direction. Ensuring that the big shot had no
objections, he then breathed a sigh of relief.
Times were getting tougher; he was, after all, the head of the Withalist n. He not only had to
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consider Catherine’s wishes but also factor in her man’s sentiments when conducting business.
How frustrating!
Catherine sensed that Withal’s demeanor indicated something to report. She reclinedfortably in
her seat,zily prompting, “Speak.”
Those two words felt like a pardon for Withal, who immediately proceeded to ry the matter he
needed to discuss.
“Catherine, Prince Harry has been arranged. He’s in the small vi behind this estate.”
The reason Withal had hidden Harry on Branden’s estate was that he sensed that Catherine held a
certain interest in him. To find out what Prince Harry’s true intentions were, he needed to keep him
under close observation.
The closer the distance, the clearer the person’s true nature would be.
“Mm,” Catherine grunted in acknowledgment.
Withal felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his chest.
He’d guessed right!
After reporting on Harry’s situation, Withal went on to mention another matter.
“Catherine, the royal family contacted me today. Prince Levi is critically ill, and this strange ailment
seems to be endangering his life. The king wants you to return and provide treatment.”
After Withal had finished speaking, he cautiously approached Catherine.
He was genuinely concerned Catherine might vent her anger at others if provoked, and he didn’t want
to be caught in the crossfire.
Fortunately, Catherine, aside from her usual aloofness, disyed no other expression on her face. She
casually replied, her voice sounding exceedinglyzy, “It’s not like I have nothing to do here.”
Withal clearly understood Catherine’s decision.
The King of Ravenloth hadn’t acted in good faith this time. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t have
stepped in again.
Thinking that he wouldn’t bother treating the royal family’s ailment, Withal originally intended to inquire
about Catherine’s departure date.
However, before he could utter a word, his mobile phone rang once more.
Seeing the iing call, Withal looked at Catherine with an embarrassed expression.
“Catherine, it’s the royal family calling again!”