?<strong>Chapter 771:</strong>


    “If the evidencees too easily, it usually has issues. It was probably the ck family spreading those rumors, especially since the Hunt Group has cut ties with the king’s brother. There’s no reason for them to undermine the king now.”


    Waylon was taken aback, feeling as if Madisyn and Andrew knew so much more than he did.


    “Why has the Hunt Group withdrawn their support for the king’s brother? Weren’t they once very close?” he inquired.


    Madisyn briefly exined what had happened.


    Waylon finally understood. “Now I get it. You’re manipting their rtionships behind the scenes. That’s quite the strategy!” He admired the two’s cleverness.


    Later that evening, they made their way back to the hotel.


    At the door of their suite, Andrew used his key card, only to be greeted by a voice from within.


    “Babe, eat a bit more. You’re too skinny!” It was Howard, sounding affectionate yet yful.


    The group exchanged a knowing look. They were used to Howard’s gentle nature, but his yful side was something new to them.


    Observing him, Milly noted his good looks and the yful twinkle in his eye. Who wouldn’t be charmed by that?


    Despite feeling full, Milly was about to take another bite when she suddenly noticed movement at the door. Looking up, she saw three people standing there.


    Howard followed Milly’s gaze, and her face flushed crimson with embarrassment.


    Waylon cleared his throat and mumbled to himself, “Eating… always makes me sleepy. I think I’ll head to bed.”


    He hastily retreated to his room, still reeling from what he had just witnessed.


    Madisyn, too, felt a wave of difort. “We’ve already eaten, so we’ll head back to our room. Enjoy your meal.”


    She gently pulled Andrew with her, leading him back to their room.


    Once again, the living room was left with just Howard and Milly, but the awkwardness between them now felt even more palpable. Howard blinked at Milly, at a loss for what to do next.


    Milly, sighing deeply, ate the piece of beef on Howard’s fork. “It’s fine. Let’s just eat.”


    “Okay. After dinner, let’s go for a walk!” Howard suggested, eager to shake off the awkwardness.


    During the time they had stayed in the Serpentine Palers’ base, they had scarcely experienced the outside world.


    Milly gave a small nod, agreeing.


    After the meal, they walked hand in hand through the quiet streets. The soft glow of streetlights bathed the world in a gentle warmth, and the night felt serene.


    Some elderly people and children leisurely strolled along the sidewalk, adding to the peaceful atmosphere.


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