Chapter 872
Queena lifted her head and looked at the woman, blood flowing continuously from her forehead. She
seemed to feel no pain, but the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.
"Lucille."
Lucille shook her head, looking somewhat regretful at the beaten and bloody members of the Hipps
family. "Why bother? Do you really think such extreme methods can absolve you of guilt? That''s too
naive!"
"My son did notmit any crime, and neither did my Hipps family!" Queena remained proud despite
being covered in blood. Though she wasn''t as tall as Lucille, she stood straight with a strong backbone.
She raised her chin slightly, even though she was disheveled and battered. The Countess'' aura was
still fully disyed by Queena.
Like a winter plum standing proudly in the cold winter month - unshaken by wind or ice.
Lucille despised this detestable arrogance that ran through all members of Hipps family; whether it be
Madeleine back then or re now - they all had an inexplicable sense of pride and duty that came with
their status as nobles.
The more arrogant they were, the more glorious they felt; which only made Lucille want to destroy them
even more!
Destroy everything they held dear!
There seemed to be a wild beast roaring inside Lucille''s heart constantly urging her on. Destroy
everything!
Madeleine - Hipps family''s genius - didn''t she fall? Didn''t she disappear? And nevere back again?
Ha ha ha...
The Hipps family is just like Madeleine back then; once glorious but now gone forever!
Nevering back again!
Lucille chuckled softly; Her beautiful face looked so gentle yet so charmingly wicked at the same time.
Looking at these miserable members of Hipps family gave her indescribable pleasure deep down
inside.
Queena''s pale lips trembled slightly as she stared intently at Lucille for what seemed like an eternity
before feeling a chill run down her spine from behind.
"Secretary Lucille," said Queena firmly while standing outside the gates of the presidential house with
unwavering determination written across every inch on her face.
"Just because we are currently defeated doesn''t mean we will always be defeated. Others may think
that our family has been nailed to shame pole but let me tell everyone here today - NO! NO! My family
is innocent!"
She nced at Lucille and walked towards the tall and elegant woman. "When I was on the battlefield,
the Secretary of State wasn''t even born yet!"
Lucille narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"
This olddy was spouting nonsense, even though it was already toote for the Hipps family to make
aeback.
How dare she be so arrogant!
Queena sneered and pulled out a dagger from somewhere. "I know that the Secretary of State is busy
with official duties, so you don''t have time to stop me, an olddy."
The dagger glinted coldly as it pressed against Queena''s neck.
"So if you continue to obstruct me, I''ll die in front of you immediately."
Lucille''s face instantly turned dark. Her beautiful face under the sunlight had a hazy glow with ayer of
cold light surrounding it.
If this olddy died in front of her, her image as a national goddess...
Her lips were red like fire as she spoke softly. "Please show some restraint, Queena."
Did Queena really think that Lucille would be scared by her suicide threat?
Queena looked at Lucille blocking her way and made up her mind. She raised the dagger high and
prepared to stab herself in the neck.
Just then - bang! A stone hit Queena''s hand holding onto the dagger hard enough that it fell onto
ground with a loud tter before rolling several times beforeing to rest on its side.
Everyone was shocked and couldn''t believe what they saw.
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Lucille suddenly looked up with an icy re in her eyes. "Who? Who dares y tricks here?"
"I save whoever I want to save; is there something wrong with that?" A clear voice came from behind a
dark corner on one side.
Everyone saw a tall woman slowly walking out into view where sunlight shone upon them revealing
their pretty face.
After seeing clearly who she was looking at Sylvia''s appearance caused Lucille''s pupils shrink into
needle-like points.
Sylvia!
What was she doing here?
Sylvia wore all ck clothing which showed off slender white neck skin; ck clothes contrasted
sharply against fair skin making everything look very eye-catching.
A tall man stepped out slowly behind Sylvia; he wore all-ck suit which showed off his extraordinary
handsomeness.
Franklin!
The man stood with one hand in his pocket, his gaze sweeping over Lucille. His eyes were icy cold as
he slowly withdrew a token from his pocket and raised it up. "Can we go in now?" he asked.
Lucille suppressed her surprise and smiled faintly, a hint of contempt barely perceptible in her
expression. "I never expected to see that token in Mr. Maskelyne''s possession," she said. "It seems I
am not doing my job as Secretary of State very well."
The handsome man''s lips curved into a slight smile. "There are many things the Secretary of State
doesn''t know about," he said.
With that, he strode forward towards Queena, assuring her that the Hipps family had been wronged
and she needed not to worry.
ncing at his watch - it was half past eleven - he dered confidently that they still had time before
noon to make their move on the Presidential House.
Sylvia watched him walk away for several moments before turning back to Lucille.
She couldn''t believe that this man possessed the token representing the President''s trusted person;
she had always assumed they werepletely open with each other and held no secrets between
them.
But clearly there was more going on than she realized. Anyone holding such a token coulde and
go from the Presidential House at will.
After hearing news of re''s impending execution earlier today, Sylvia had rushed over to Hipps
manor with him only to find it empty; naturally, she knew then that they must have headed straight for
the Presidential pce instead.
Now Franklin was inside while Lucille surveyed all those gathered outside including members of Hipps
family before finally locking eyes with Sylvia herself.
"Miss Andrews," Lucille began coolly after scanning everyone present once more, "you are quite an
interesting person indeed! No matter what is happening or whether you''re involved or not... you always
seem eager to stick your nose where it doesn''t belong! Don''t you ever fear walking alone at night?
What if you run into ghosts?"
Sylvia arched an eyebrow slightly as she listened but couldn''t help smiling inwardly at how ridiculous
this soundeding from someone like Lucille who seemed fearless herself despite any potential
danger lurking around every corner.
"If even Lucille isn''t afraid," Sylvia replied calmly after some thoughtfulness passed across her face
briefly but disappeared just as quickly again behind her beautiful features; "then why should I be?"
Lucille ran her fingers through her hair lightly while taking a deep breath inward, trying hard not let this
girl get under skin too much anymore than necessary given recent events which made everything feel
so much worse than usual somehow...
Sylvia really knew how to push people''s buttons!
Who did this little tramp think she was anyway?
Just some lowlife piece of trash who didn''t deserve anything good in life!
How dare someone like herpare themselves against someone like Lucille?
She shouldn''t have given Sylvia a chance to live back then... That''s why this little bitch is so arrogant
and brazen now...
I''m too soft-hearted...
There are no benefits to beingpassionate towards her.
She thought to herself, her eyes gleaming with a cold light. But Sylvia seemed oblivious to it all as she
calmly nced at Lucille before turning her attention to Queena''s injuries.
Sylvia didn''t quite understand why this woman was looking at her with such an odd and inexplicable
gaze. After all, this was the first time they had met and there was no animosity between them.
Queena hadn''t expected Franklin and Sylvia to show up.
As she regained herposure, she grabbed Sylvia''s hand in hers. "He said he has a way to save
re... is that true?"
Sylvia nodded firmly. "He isn''t lying, neither am I."
Queena''s eyes lit up with hope as she looked at Sylvia. "Really?"
"Really," replied Sylvia.
Queena closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face once more. "My Hipps family only has re
left... if he dies too, then how can I face my ancestors? My daughter Madeleine has been missing for so
many years now; we don''t even know if it''s alive or dead..." Updated at Draм??оvels.cоm
Her head began spinning but Queena gritted her teeth determinedly; there was one thing that remained
constant in her heart - she would wait for news of re no matter what happened.
But he paid no heed as he stumbled over towards Queena before embracing tightly into his
arms."Honey," he said, "we must wait for our son... Hipps family cannot perish!"
Many members of Hipps family couldn''t help but start sobbing quietly upon hearing these words
spoken by their patriarchs'' lips which were usually so firm yet gentle.
A loud rumble echoed through the sky followed by raindrops falling heavily on them like buckets being
emptied out from above.
The previously sunny day had turned into one filled with dark clouds looming overhead threateningly
while lightning shed across its surface every few seconds.
Meanwhile inside the President''s office building atmosphere remained tense stifling almost suffocating
everyone present within its walls making breathing a difficult task.
The middle-aged man lifted his head and looked at the young man standing in front of him. He was tall
and handsome, with narrow eyes that showed no emotion as he gazed at him.
Outside the window, the rain fell heavily, tapping against the ss and leaving a winding mist on its
surface.
He sped his hands together on top of the table as if holding back a great emotional upheaval.