Chapter 280 The Light

Isolde's words were precise and concise.

Her tone was neither loud nor fast, but every word was like a knife, each one piercing through Victor's facade.

Victor's expression became unpleasant.

How was he supposed to answer this?

If he claimed there truly was such a person in the palace, where was the evidence?

If he spoke recklessly, trouble would surely follow.

But if he said there was not, then w