Chapter 503

Morwen was suspicious, especially remembering the sovereign's secret meeting with Jeremy. No one knew their plans, and Morwen's attempts to discover them had failed. Distrustful of Jeremy, she immediately dispatched someone to monitor him. The report: since returning to Azure Sea, Jeremy rarely left his courtyard, spending his time daydreaming, sunbathing, or playing chess. Relieved, Morwen declared, "Let's go. Move all my belongings upstairs."

She proceeded with poise, followed by maids and subordinates carrying her luggage. Hotel staff rushed to stop them. "Miss, the entire floor is reserved. You can't enter without Mr. Cooper's permission!"

"Barge in?" Morwen scoffed. "Do you know who I am? This hotel could be mine! Step aside!" They ascended.

Morwen checked into the suite next to Tiffany's, filling both suites flanking Tiffany's. The hotel's soundproofing was excellent; she heard nothing.

Meanwhile, in her spacious, quiet room, Tiffany, back from the Ashtons, removed her disguise. She quickly sketched the landscape painting Philip requested, sending him a photo within half an hour. The sketch was rudimentary, yet Philip was delighted, praising its quality. Tiffany laughed, tossed her phone aside, and washed the paint from her hands. Returning to her bedroom, she gazed at the magnificent crystal chandelier. Its dazzling crystals illuminated the room with a dreamy, starlit quality. Suddenly, the chandelier rattled, and a tremor shook the room.

Tiffany went to investigate and found the adjoining wall vibrating with a loud hum, as if under construction. A drill then burst through the wall.

Someone kicked the wall several times, creating a large hole. Morwen and her men emerged. Seeing Tiffany unharmed, Morwen sneered, "What a pity the drill missed you. The falling wall should have crushed you!"

Tiffany remained unfazed, replying with a playful smirk, "Sounds like you want to test the drill's power." She looked at the still-running drill, her expression suggesting she might grab it.

Morwen's heart leaped. She quickly ordered her lackey, "Put that drill away!"

"Oh, uh, okay," the lackey responded, switching it off. Silence returned. Tiffany casually cleaned her ear, lounging on the sofa. "So, what's this about?"

Though seated, Tiffany's demeanor was regal, overlooking Morwen. Morwen was momentarily stunned, seeing a resemblance to a distinguished figure from her past. She thought, 'They say blood will out. Lineage and pride are innate. No matter how hard I try to replace her, an imitation will always be an imitation. I must get rid of her!'

Resentment flashed in Morwen's eyes. But Tiffany's mocking gaze seemed to penetrate her thoughts. Maintaining composure, Morwen issued a challenge: "There's a function at Moonlit Pier. Do you dare attend?"

Tiffany smiled faintly. "Is that how you speak to me, Morwen Xanthus?" Her disdainful gaze chilled Morwen.

A maid protested, "How dare you address Miss Xanthus by her name?"

Tiffany, irritated, threw a cup at the maid, hitting her knee. Silence descended. Morwen trembled, asking, "Have you… discovered something?" Tiffany's authoritative tone echoed the sovereign's.

Morwen wondered, 'Could Tiffany know my true identity? The secrets from thirteen years ago? The shattered vase?' Her face paled.

Tiffany smirked, "Know what?"

"N-nothing…" Morwen stammered.

"If it's nothing, get lost. Are you looking for a beating?" Tiffany picked up another cup, making the others flinch.

Confused, Morwen stumbled out. Tiffany shouted after her, "Change the location from Moonlit Pier, and I'll be there on time."