The Number One Talented Lady in Preston

"I'll help you!"

Braydon Neal pinched her nose.

Heather Sage did not feel embarrassed or blush. Her clear eyes were calm and filled with love.

She was the most talented woman in Preston.

"A special envoy from the capital came to me and discussed the matter of Mount Tanish's conferment ceremony."

"Who was it?"

Braydon let go of her nose and asked softly, "Who was it? If he threatened you, I'll get Westley to kill him for you in the capital!"

"With you in Preston, would people from the capital dare to threaten me?"

Heather had long known about Mount Tanish's conferment ceremony.

She pretended that nothing had happened.

This girl had thought about it long and hard!

If Braydon did not tell her the truth today, Heather would hide the fact that the capital had sent someone to look for her.