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Chapter 1112
“Prince Jonothon, you were woiting for the right time, weren't you? You were woiting for me to trick Zophie into
letting down her guord so thot she won't detonote the explosives. Thot woy, the jode key would be sofe,” Notolie
uttered, reveoling whot Bostien wos thinking obout.
The truth wos thot Bostien hod orrived not long ofter Notolie, but he did not let Jerome ond his men oppeor to
rescue Notolie.
Once his plon hod been reveoled, Bostien's gentle look wos reploced by on icy one.
“Notolie, it isn't o good thing to be too smort sometimes.” Bostien potted the coot ond droped it over his orm os he
stored ot the crofty womon.
“Whot's the motter? You need my intellect when we're up ogoinst enemies, but when it's you I'm focing, I hove to
be o sweet, foolish girl?”
“I trusted you. I wos sure thot you would win her.”
“Then om I to soy thonk you for trusting me? For trusting thot I would win in the fight ogoinst Zophie?”
At Notolie's sorcosm, Bostien chonged the topic. “You're hurt. Let me send you to the hospitol.”
“No thonks.”
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Still, Notolie uttered, “I don't need you to stick your nose into my business, Bostien.”
“Prince Jonathan, you were waiting for the right time, weren't you? You were waiting for me to trick Zophie into
letting down her guard so that she won't detonate the explosives. That way, the jade key would be safe,” Natalie
uttered, revealing what Bastien was thinking about.
The truth was that Bastien had arrived not long after Natalie, but he did not let Jerome and his men appear to
rescue Natalie.
Once his plan had been revealed, Bastien's gentle look was replaced by an icy one.
“Natalie, it isn't a good thing to be too smart sometimes.” Bastien patted the coat and draped it over his arm as he
stared at the crafty woman.
“What's the matter? You need my intellect when we're up against enemies, but when it's you I'm facing, I have to
be a sweet, foolish girl?”
“I trusted you. I was sure that you would win her.”
“Then am I to say thank you for trusting me? For trusting that I would win in the fight against Zophie?”
At Natalie's sarcasm, Bastien changed the topic. “You're hurt. Let me send you to the hospital.”
“No thanks.”
“Natalie!” Bastien was starting to get angry, and a crease began to mar his forehead.
Still, Natalie uttered, “I don't need you to stick your nose into my business, Bastien.”
With that, Natalie turned to leave. However, just as she took a few steps forward, something hit the back of her
neck. Her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.
“Ugh—”
Natalie slumped down, and Bastien quickly scooped her into his arms.
Afraid that Bastien would be tired from carrying Natalie, Joseph took a step forward and offered, “Prince Jonathan,
let me—”
Before he could say “carry her instead,” Bastien had already hunched over to lift Natalie into his arms. He then
said, “Do you still not understand this, Joseph? I'm the only one who's allowed to carry her. No one else is allowed to
touch her.”
When Joseph shifted his gaze to look at Bastien, he was taken aback by Bastien's intimidating eyes.
Joseph had been working for Bastien for years. Although he knew that Bastien was not as gentle as the public
described him, and even though he knew that Bastien had a ruthless side to him, he had never seen a gaze as frigid
as that.
Bastien was wearing white, but as Joseph looked at the back of the prince, he felt that the heart of the man was
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The prince has changed. He's like a stranger now.
Jerome took the jade key from Zophie, who was indignant about seeing the treasure she had obtained with great
difficulty taken away by the others.
“How can you call yourselves a squad from the royal family? You're nothing but a group of cowards. At the end of
the day, you still needed a woman to do everything for you!”
The adjutant grabbed Zophie's hair and snapped, “Zophie, you're now in our hands, so why are you still so
stubborn? Be smarter, and tell us Blaze's secrets. That way, you'll suffer a little lesser.”
Zophie burst out laughing. “Your plan of hitting two birds with one stone was wonderful! You watched as I kidnapped
Natalie's kid and forced her to hand over the jade key. Then you forced us both into a vicious battle before reaping
the benefits without lifting a finger! Forget about me. The poor Natalie has been toyed too, huh?”
The adjutant later left the secret prison with Jerome.
When they were on their way out, the adjutant commented, “Major General Sutton, this woman must have a death
wish. How could she say arrogant words like these even after getting captured?”
Jerome halted in his tracks and turned to look at his adjutant. “Was she wrong about anything?”