Chapter 116


    Queen Algria seemed uninterested in continuing the conversation, gracefully sidestepping her and


    striding forward.


    Her gaze was fixed on someone in the distance – Flora.


    She halted in front of Flora, a hint of a smile flickering in her blue eyes. “Flora, it’s a pleasure to see


    you again.”


    Her demeanor was starkly different from when she was dealing with Yvonne.


    The eight bodyguards apanying her also chimed in unison, “Miss Flora,” their voices dripping


    with respect.


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    [Double confused?]


    [Why is Queen Algria’s attitude towards Flora so odd? And those bodyguards, do they seem…


    scared of her?]


    [Impossible! The mighty Queen Algria, scared of a high schooler?]


    [Algria wasn’t here for Yvonne, but for Flora? What did she mean by “Oh, so that was giarized


    too?‘ Is she proving Yvonne giarized?]


    The scene was buzzing with excitement and spection.


    Queen Algria’s words were loaded with implication, subtly confirming Yvonne’s giarism.


    “Howe you’re here?” Flora lifted her eyelids slightly, watching Queen Algria.


    She had known Queen Algria for two years now. She was Crimson’s cousin.


    Her daughter was born with a heart condition that worsened dramatically during a visit. It was Flora


    whom Crimson turned to for help. Given the urgency and the fact that Algria was Crimson’s cousin,


    Flora didn’t hide her true identity when she went to save the child.


    Over the years, they kept in touch, mostly with Algnia sending messages and Flora asionally


    replying.


    “I was in Cedarvale and wanted to see you. And once I heard about all thismotion, I had to


    come. It’s my first time seeing someone daring to giarize your work, and I had to see for myself.”


    “Queen Algria! I didn’t do it! You can’t use me just because you’re close to Flora!”


    Yvonne’s defense was weak, her voice trembling. The arrival of Queen Algra shattered her


    composure.


    Deep down, she suspected the original work might’ve indeed been Flora’s, but admitting quilt was


    out of the question. It would ruin her life.


    “Are you using me of lying?”


    Queen Algria’s eyes narrowed as her hand instinctively moyed towards her waist, then she


    remembered where she was.


    Here, drawing a weapon was against thew, so she withdrew her hand.


    Having held a position of power for many years, Queen Algria’s presence wasmanding, making


    Yvonne, who was but a young girl, pale with fear. Wonne’s body broke out in cold sweat.


    “It seems I’ve arrived just in time.” A somewhat yful voice echoed.


    A man walked in from the entrance, his eyes misty behind gold–rimmed sses, reminiscent of a


    foggy forest at dawn. His


    nearsightedness gave him a look of kindness as if he was looking passionately at everyone.


    Flora’s head buzzed at the sight of him. It was as if everyone had agreed to show up at the same


    time.


    Now, Flora was still oblivious to the uproar online.


    Seeing Louie, Queen Algria raised an eyebrow. She was somewhat acquainted with him.


    She had organized many fashion design contests in which Louie had participated in, and she


    admired his style.


    Howell, a bit helplessly, approached. “Mr. Louie, what brings you here?”