Chapter 193:
Bryan’s POV:
I was in my study, immersed in documents. The recent troubles stirred up by Clayton had significantly increased my workload, leaving me more irritable than usual. Out of the blue, a knock interrupted me. Annoyed, I snapped, “Come in!”
“Your Highness, good evening.”
It was my deputy, Amon Gray, who entered. He bowed with respect as he greeted me.
Upon seeing Amon, I felt a bit better. I asked him, “How did Makenna’s assessment turn out?”
Amon had conducted the interviews that afternoon, a role I had entrusted to him specifically to ensure Makenna wouldn’t pass.
However, the look on Amon’s face was one of defeat.
“Your Highness, the lady is quite smart. She managed to answer all the questions I asked.”
Surprised, I immediately pressed him, asking, “Did you go easy on her?”
I struggled to accept that she could truly be that smart. Amon quickly explained, “Your Highness, I assure you, I did not go easy. The questions I asked were tough, but she had great knowledge.”
I frowned and looked at him doubtfully. “Tell me precisely what you asked.”
Amon recounted the questions one after the other, concluding with, “At first, I asked her the hardest ones within the standard range, and surprisingly, she knew all the right answers.”
My expression grew more puzzled. The range of questions was wide, yet Makenna had managed to answer them all correctly.
Indeed, overly smart women were problematic!
“And then?” I continued, still unsatisfied with the explanation.
With a heavy sigh, Amon added, “Finally, when I ran out of challenging questions, I resorted to asking about your favorite color, the types of food and clothing styles you like, and she knew all of that as well.”
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: gⱥ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖈𝗼𝗺
Initially, learning that Makenna had correctly answered every question bothered me. However, as Amon continued to explain, my spirits unexpectedly lifted.
She knew even my personal details?
It looked like she wasn’t as detached as she appeared. Maybe she actually cared about me after all. I pictured her stubborn, unyielding face, and it tugged at my heartstrings.
Amon looked like he had more to say, but I was no longer interested in listening. I got up, eager to get out, and left my work behind.
Amon’s voice followed me in surprise. “Your Highness! Where are you going?”
Trying to hide my excitement, I replied casually, “Just going out for a stroll.”
I paused for a moment, turned back to Amon, and gave him some directions on handling the ongoing tasks. I told him to deal with the issues for me. Then, I quickly left the study.
Driving straight to Makenna’s house, I found myself unusually anxious to see her today. But when I reached the entrance of the villa, I was met with loud, harsh voices inside. A man’s curses boomed through the door.
A feeling of dread washed over me, and without a second thought, I kicked the door open and stormed in.
Inside, the sight that greeted me made my eyes widen in shock. Makenna was on the floor, pinned down by a large man who was choking her. She was visibly gasping for air, her movements sluggish.
Driven by fear, my heart pounded as I dashed forward and kicked the man away from her.
