James said helplessly, “If you insist on coming with us, then we’ll have to travel more discreetly.”
“Alright. I’ll arrange for it right away.”
Yelena seemed excited. She immediately made a phone call, and soon a silver Rolls Royce appeared at the castle’s gates.
The number on the license plate was incredibly overt and it was immediately recognizable as the car of the imperial family.
“Princess, this car is still too flashy. We need to keep a low profile. Do you understand the meaning of that word?” James whispered in frustration.
“Huh? Is this still too much? This is already very low-key,” Yelena replied dejectedly.
“We need a cheap and common car. We’ll also need a license plate that doesn’t attract attention.”
Yelena was confused by his request.
After attempting to explain his intent to her several more times, Yelena finally understood. She snapped her fingers and grinned at him. “I get it!”
She quickly made another phone call.
This time, an ordinary vehicle approached.
James was finally satisfied.
There was a professional driver in the car.
James got the driver to leave and let Henry take the wheel.
Then, he opened the passenger door and moved to get into the car.
However, Yelena tugged his arm before he could get in.
“You should sit in the back with me.”
“What the…”
James wanted to curse but quickly swallowed his words.
He reluctantly got into the back seat.
Yelena hopped into the car with a contented look.
Henry started the car and drove off.
The Queen stood on the castle wall and watched as the car disappeared into the horizon.
An old man stood behind her.
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