The boat sailed for half an hour before they reached the nearest island, immediately taking her to the local clinic.
Morgan Sinclair stood outside the clinic, smoking impatiently as he answered a call. "How are things progressing?"
"Rest assured, Your Highness. She's been delivered to the Palace of Concord, completely unnoticed."
"Alright. I might be in the Isles of Phira for a few days. Keep me updated on any important news from back home. And keep a close eye on the Audit Office. You have three days to find out who the hell is plotting against me!"
"Yes, sir!" The line went dead. Morgan Sinclair ended the call as well.
He stubbed out his cigarette, his mind replaying the entire sequence of events.
It all began with his plan to ruin Yuri Sinclair's reputation. He had bribed an escort, snuck her into the Grand Palace, and drugged Yuri on the same day, intending for them to sleep together so he could expose the affair.
