After a full seven days of fun, the two had visited every interesting place in Aethelgard.
On the eighth day, it was finally time for Little Prince Hale to go home.
With his departure imminent, a crowd followed behind Little Prince Hale, including Governor Lockwood and his precious daughter, Phoebe Lockwood, as well as some special councilors and a throng of reporters.
At Little Prince Hale's strong insistence, Claire Sinclair had no choice but to walk the red carpet with him to see him off.
At the other end of the carpet was Little Prince Hale's private jet, its cabin door already open.
Beyond the red carpet, Phoebe Lockwood's eyes had long gone red as flames of jealousy churned in her heart.
She was jealous of Claire Sinclair—so jealous she was going insane, wishing she could kill the woman, that eyesore, with a single glare.
'That honor was clearly meant for her, but this bitch had stolen it. By what right?!'
'That bitch, Claire Sinclair! What right does she have!'
