Without wasting another second, Uncle Festus's voice cut through the phone with decisive authority. “It's absolutely no problem at all, Naomi. You can definitely come along - in fact, I want you there. The moment you get that address from your source, inform me immediately about it. I'll come meet you wherever you are.”His tone shifted slightly, becoming more serious. “And my wife will be coming along as well. She needs to see this for herself.”Princess Naomi quickly ended the call, and Uncle Festus stood there in his study, his jaw clenched so tight that the muscles in his face were visibly twitching. If anyone had been close enough, they could have heard his teeth grinding against each other like millstones. This revelation about Tyler's mother owning Z Street property wasn't just unexpected - it was potentially catastrophic to his carefully laid plans.Not now, not when the Miraculous Doctor was returning soon, not when everything was finally falling into place. He couldn't a

Princess Naomi's mind was racing as she processed what Tyler's mother had just revealed through her casual praise. She couldn't believe that Princess Sophia had actually met with Tyler's mother personally, and from the familiar way Tyler's mother was speaking about Sophia, it was clear they hadn't just bumped into each other once or twice. The tone, the warmth, the way she spoke about Sophia like they were close friends - it seemed they had developed some kind of relationship, probably meeting multiple times, having actual conversations, maybe even sharing personal moments. This wasn't the way someone talked about a princess they'd only met briefly in passing. This was how someone spoke about a person they actually knew, someone they'd spent real time with.Princess Naomi felt anger bubbling up in her chest, but she kept her voice controlled. “Well, no problem then. We can go check out this VIP section you're talking about.”But while Princess Naomi was dealing with her own shock

Upon hearing Princess Naomi's carefully crafted question, Uncle Festus couldn't help but let a small, knowing smile creep across his face. He understood exactly why Princess Naomi was asking those particular questions, and he had to admit it was a brilliantly strategic approach. She was being smart about gathering the information they desperately needed, wrapping her interrogation in the guise of admiration and inspiration.It was precisely the kind of question he himself would have wanted to ask, because he knew better than most people what it actually took to secure a location in Z Street. The financial barriers alone were astronomical, but beyond that were the political connections, the family background checks, the social networks that took generations to build. anyone don't just decide one day to open a business there and make it happen through hard work and determination.Uncle Festus found himself genuinely curious about Tyler's mother's answer, because her explanation would r

The moment Tyler's mother's polite but firm rejection left her lips, the atmosphere in the elegant VIP section shifted dramatically. Princess Naomi's jaw literally almost dropped open in shock, her royal composure cracking for just a split second as she processed what she'd just heard. Uncle Festus's wife felt like she'd been slapped across the face. Her mind went completely blank for a moment, unable to comprehend what Tyler's mother had just said. This wasn't supposed to happen. People didn't say no to opportunities like this - especially not people who supposedly came from nothing and had everything to gain from royal patronage. Both women had been prepared for negotiations, maybe some hesitation about timing or logistics, possibly even some attempt to ask for more money or better terms. But an outright rejection? That was something they absolutely hadn't seen coming, and it threw all their carefully laid plans into complete disarray. Princess Naomi's mind raced as she tried t

Upon hearing her husband's persuasive offer, Uncle Festus's wife immediately seized the opportunity to pile on more reassurance, her voice taking on that warm, concerned tone that women often used when trying to convince other women to trust them.“You really, really need to consider what my husband just said,” she urged, leaning forward with an expression of seemingly genuine care. “Yes, he's absolutely right about everything. If you're worried that something might happen to you during your treatment, or that being away from your regular medical team could be dangerous, you shouldn't be afraid of that at all.”Her voice became even more soothing, more maternal, as she continued weaving her web of false security. “You see, we are going to take complete care of you at the palace. We'll make sure that no harm literally touches you while you're under our watch. I personally will make sure that nothing bad happens to you - you're going to be okay, you're going to be perfectly fine, and