WantNovelChapter 388 The Night Before
"I'm sorry, Miss! Are you feeling unwell?" The bakery staff's voice brought Abigail back to reality.
She had been glaring at the glass window with such intensity that the clerk thought she might break it. Abigail
forced a sweet smile and turned to the concerned staff. "Thank you for your concern. | was just admiring the
beautiful scenery, and oh, you're quite handstoo!"
The young, shy clerk from Northern Porejimo blushed at the unexpected compliment from such an enthusiastic
woman, lowering his head in embarrassment.
Abigail continued with a smile, "I'd like this bread, please. Can you cut it for me?"
"Of course! I'd be happy to serve you," the staff replied, smiling as he packaged the bread for her.
As she watched the staff busy himself, the smile in Abigail's eyes slowly faded.
Meanwhile, Frey and Nathaniel's shopping excursion extended well into the evening, and it was dusk by the time
they returned to the castle.
The following day marked their wedding ceremony, and the castle buzzed with activity as preparations were
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The wedding was set to take place in the castle, with a live broadcast planned to share the event worldwide.
Guests had already begun arriving at the castle in anticipation of the grand occasion.
The night before the wedding, Nathaniel's friends whisked him away for a final celebration of his bachelorhood.
Frey, in turn, invited Peyton for a quiet drink at a cozy street bar.
Though the wedding had yet to start, a festive atmosphere pervaded the air.
Peyton, cautious about Frey's condition, ordered her a sweet wine. "| feel like a proud mother seeing you finally
getting married," she said, beaming.
Frey laughed, holding Peyton's hand. "Peyton, | hope you find happiness too. Koen isn't so bad, you know, why
don't you consider him?"
Peyton looked slightly taken aback. She had learned about Frey's background from Koen but often felt unworthy
of the wealthy young man.
"Let's wait and see. If it's meant to be, it will happen," Peyton replied with a faint smile.
Frey didn't have many close friends, but Peyton was one of them.
They sat at the bar, sipped their drinks, and chatted until Peyton's phone rang. It was Koen calling.
Peyton glanced at Frey apologetically.
"It's alright. I'll sit here for a bit longer and then head back. Who knows if Koen needs you for anything?" Frey
said.
Peyton nodded, picked up her phone, and left the bar.
Frey finished her fruit wine and decided to take a walk.
The Alps' scenery was stunning, and instead of returning to the castle, Frey strolled down the long street,
enjoying the crisp evening air. The bodyguards trailing her kept a
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respectful distance until she turned and addressed them.
"I want to walk alone. You can go back now," she said with a smile.
The bodyguards hesitated. Frey was Nathaniel's most treasured person, and any mishap would be disastrous for
them.
Reluctantly, they followed at a greater distance.
Growing increasingly frustrated, Frey stopped and snapped, "I told you mot to follow me. | want to walk alone.
Why are you so annoying? Do need to call Mr. Nathaniel to make you stop following me?"
The bodyguards, terrified by the prospect of Frey complaining to
Nathaniel, reluctantly kept their net
distance, though they still
maintained a watchful eye
As Frey walked further, the surroundings becmore remote, and the lights of the shops grew dimmer and
more ethereal.
She turned down a narrow alley, enjoying the solitude and the quietness of the evening.
Suddenly, a man rushed out from the shadows and struck Frey on the head with a blunt object. She collapsed to
the ground, unconscious.
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