?<strong>Chapter 675:</strong>


    Aswil was caught up in its own turmoil, and it was uncertain when the princess might lose her standing. “Andrew doesn’t need a princess, but the princess needs him,” Madisyn replied.


    “You think Andrew is being coerced? But who could force him if he doesn’t want to?” Waylon was perplexed.


    Madisyn was at a loss, too. That was the reason she was heading there. She had to figure out what had driven Andrew to willingly go to Aswil.


    Holding the badge of the Klein family, she went directly to the Klein family’s private airport. After several hours in the air, she touched down in Aswil as evening shadows fell.


    Waylon, who was in town for a concert, picked up Madisyn and drove her to a hotel.


    His global travels and extensive contacts had given him a deep understanding of Aswil’s current dynamics.


    Over dinner, Waylon said, “In Aswil, the big businesses hold tremendous influence, and the king’s brother is closely allied with them. The two brothers engage in both overt and covertpetition. Savannah is the daughter of the king’s brother. An alliance with the Klein family would be a major global talking point. Such a move would strengthen her father’s political position and pave his way to the throne.”


    Madisyn considered this information, which wasn’t entirely new to her. “However, if the conglomerates continue to hold power, the wealthy will thrive while the poor will find it harder and harder to rise.”


    “Exactly,” Waylon agreed, noticing that Madisyn’s te remained untouched.


    He offered her some food, saying, “Thankfully, Andrew isn’t facing any immediate danger. We need a good meal to help us strategize!”


    Madisyn met Waylon’s concerned look and nodded, beginning to eat. The food was vorful, but it also reminded her of Andrew’sforting, home-cooked meals.


    While they dined, a sudden knock interrupted the quiet. “Waylon,e out here!” someone shouted, banging on the door.


    Waylon muttered a curse under his breath. “Damn!”


    “Who is it?” Madisyn asked.


    “It’s the daughter of my boss I mentioned earlier. She’s also Savannah’s cousin!” Waylon exined with frustration. “She must have heard I brought you here and now she wants to stir up trouble. She’s so irritating!” Madisyn sympathized with him.


    Waylon didn’t answer the door, but the knocking intensified.


    “Waylon,e out! Is there a woman with you? Open the door in one minute or I’ll break it down! Don’t underestimate me!” The person outside exuded arrogance.


    Waylon was seething but felt powerless, knowing that this spoiled woman might actually follow through on her threat.


    “Do you need my help?” Madisyn asked.


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