?<strong>Chapter 719:</strong>


    “Princess Dottie has always been my idol. If she could just recover, she’d be the perfect choice.”


    “Savannah is heartless and cruel! She’spletely unfit to be a princess!”


    “Shouldn’t Savannah exin herself? You can’t let personal ambition ruin diplomatic ties between nations!” Most of the citizens of Aswil were fairly level-headed.


    With Lorpond rising as an unexpected powerhouse on the international stage, everyone wanted to keep things smooth between the two nations.


    Thest thing anyone wanted was a war—it would only hurt the innocent. So, naturally, the people were hoping for peaceful rtions to remain intact.


    Everyone was repulsed by Savannah’s behavior.


    Madisyn looked at Waylon and said approvingly, “You did a good job. Otherwise, Savannah would have controlled the narrative, and no one would have known what she had done.”


    “You’re right.” Waylon nodded in agreement, holding his head high. His chest swelled with pride, and he was obviously pleased with Madisyn’spliment.


    They then returned to the hotel.


    As soon as Madisyn entered her room, she sent a message to Andrew. Then, she quietly stared at her phone, waiting for his reply.


    Her worry grew with each passing moment. Andrew should have been safe by now, yet her phone remained silent, offering no response from him.


    Could it be that Savannah’s people had done something to him again?


    “Don’t worry,” Waylon saidfortingly. “I heard from the queen that, given Ynda’s personality, if she discovered the hypnotist didn’t do the job properly, she would definitely get rid of them to avoid leaving any evidence. So, it’s impossible for Andrew to be hypnotized again. Maybe he’s just busy with something.”


    Madisyn nodded, but her grip on her phone tightened. She raised her head and looked at the distant sky, her eyes filled with a storm of emotions.


    They had been here for a while, but she had only seen Andrew a few times.


    At that moment, Waylon’s phone suddenly rang.


    He stepped aside to answer it.


    His agent’s voice came from the other end of the line. “Waylon, thepany is demanding enormous liquidated damages. What are we going to do? Who are you dating exactly?”


    Waylon replied calmly, “Don’t worry. I’ve already thought of a countermeasure.”


    “What countermeasure?” the agent implored. “Thepany is pressing you to pay the liquidated damages. It’s a whopping ten billion!”


    The agent was anxious, unaware of Waylon’s true identity.


    Waylon had been in the industry for many years, relying solely on his talent and hard work to secure opportunities. Therefore, his agent instinctively assumed that he…


    Waylon came from an ordinary family. With his modest background, how could he possiblye up with such an enormous amount? He would definitely end up in jail.


    “Believe me. Everything will be fine,” Waylon said, remaining very calm.


    This made his agent confused, not understanding how he could still beposed despite his predicament.


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