The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never

“Understood,” the maid replied, her voice quivering, head bowed.

Pleased, the woman continued upstairs.

The night was pitch black when Winston and Hannah arrived near the towering Imperial Palace Hotel.

“Miss Moore, is this where you’ll be staying?” Winston asked as he smoothly parked the car and opened the door for her.

The hotel stood grandly, a beacon of light and luxury.

Its vast grounds were illuminated, making it look like daytime.

From the entrance, Hannah could see the lively banquets, filled with dancing and mingling guests.

“Let’s get a room first.

Afterward, you can show me around,” Hannah suggested as she prepared to step out of the car.

Just then, a flashy red sports car pulled up beside them.

The door swung open, revealing Faustina Vazquez in a sleek black dress and high heels.

Winston’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

Faustina approached them with a look of envy and anger.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Miss Moore.

I’ve heard so much about you.

I must say, I expected more,” she sneered.

Winston introduced her.

“This is Faustina Vazquez, a colleague of mine,” he said, looking at Hannah.

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Hannah gave Faustina a cool, mocking smile.

“Is that so?”

“Enough, Faustina.

You don’t have any business here today.

Leave,”

Winston said icily.

“What, am I interrupting something important?” Faustina retorted with malice, eyeing Hannah disdainfully.

“I really don’t understand how someone like you…”

Before she could finish, Winston grabbed her shoulder, his strength immense.

Faustina’s eyes widened in shock and pain.

“Let… Let go of me…” she cried.

“Remember the rules.

Do you want to be punished?” Winston’s voice was as cold as ice, a stern warning in his tone.

Faustina’s face flushed with anger as she glared at Winston.

“Winston, how could you threaten me like that? I…”

Winston, with a chilly tone, interrupted, “Stop acting so high and mighty.

You know exactly who you are.

This is what the boss wants.

Should I tell him you skipped the task today to come here instead?”

As he spoke, his grip on her shoulder loosened.

His words and attitude fueled Faustina’s rage, but she held back, knowing her place and fearing Wallace.