My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner-Chapter 403: A Good Kid Then?

Anastasia was in Regalith with Julian, with the excuse to watch the progress of the construction. But her main goal was to try to snoop around the palace and try to find out anything she could find out. Including having a chat with Izara, the princess, if that was possible.

"A lot of people are working on the project, so it should take two months to finish," said Julian as they headed inside. The foundation was already made, and although the building wasn’t going to look as big as the one Xander owned in Xattlewood, it still needed to be perfect.

Xander might be thinking the building will be used for his sex trafficking, however, Anastasia had a good idea of what she needed it for in the future.

"That’s great!" She exclaimed.

"Although Xander hasn’t been picking up my calls lately," said Julian, and Anastasia immediately paused. Xander was the one who was supposed to be in charge of the construction. It turned out he wasn’t picking up anybody’s call.

"Do you have any idea what could have happened?" Anastasia asked.

Julian shook his head. "No idea. Same with Samantha though. I haven’t seen her at the factory and her phone has been switched off," he replied.

Confusion was etched on Anastasia’s face, wondering what could have happened between the both of them.

’Did they have some kind of argument or could they be sick?’ She wondered.

After checking blueprints and other documents, Anastasia left the construction site and headed back to the palace.

The guards didn’t bother stopping them since they were aware they had done business with the royal family. So, they could go in and out of the palace however they liked without being stopped by anyone.

Anastasia reached the vast living room, no maid in sight like the last time she’d been there.

It was quiet, extremely quiet it was almost as if there was no one around.

Anastasia stared up at the stairs, wondering if she should head up with the thought that she would find something there. And if she was caught, she could give an excuse if she wanted to speak with Izara.

Since there was no one in sight, Anastasia gave in to the idea and carried on.

Anastasia carefully stepped onto the pristine marble staircase, her footsteps quiet and deliberate as she made her way up. Once at the top, she ducked behind a wall, her senses heightened, listening for any sounds that might indicate someone was nearby.

Luckily, there were no cameras inside the palace—only outside. That meant she didn’t have to worry about being caught or monitored by any surveillance cameras. Her path was clear, at least for now.

There were so many doors up ahead and she had no idea where to open first.

Just as Anastasia was about to touch the doorknob, faint noises reached her ears—voices, and not just one, but several. She frowned, her curiosity piqued, and silently moved toward the source of the sound. Carefully, she pressed her ear against the door, straining to hear.

"I’ve told you and Father several times that I’m not going to take over any business. I don’t want to be involved in such a thing, so you should just forget the idea!" The voice was unfamiliar, and despite the tension in the words, Anastasia couldn’t place who it belonged to. She held her breath, hoping to catch more details.

"You’re our first daughter! Desmond will be king in the next few years and he has already decided to not take part in anything. Don’t tell me you’re giving up on our family business too?" Thus, the king questioned as he glared at his daughter as if he couldn’t wait to strangle her to death at that moment.

Izara noticed the hostility oozing from her father towards her, and she immediately took a few steps away from him.

"I’ve long given up on the family business. From the day you started it, I’ve told you I’m not going to be involved in it so it’s just best if you end it. Besides, those people that came here the other day already know about it, and we can’t be sure no one else other than them knows about it," she replied.

"If you’re concerned about them, then don’t worry, we’ll take care of them," Jelzel, the queen replied very softly Anastasia had to frown from behind the doors to try to understand what she was saying because she could barely hear anything. "You do understand we did this for you and your brother’s safety right? Especially your safety," the woman added.

Anastasia moved her ears away from the door, hissing in annoyance because she still couldn’t hear what the queen was saying.

She huffed, before placing her ears on the door once again.

"I don’t care! I don’t want to be involved in any of this and that’s final!"

Anastasia took it as a cue that the door was going to be opened soon so she immediately rushed back downstairs and headed out of the palace.

Anastasia sat in her car, pinching her forehead in frustration.

"So Izara is a good kid and not trying to manipulate me then?" She wondered. Anastasia stiffened in her car seat when she saw Izara walking out of the palace entrance, heading towards her car with a stoic expression as if she’d not just gotten into a heated argument with her parents a few seconds ago.

Izara zoomed off, and without wasting a moment, Anastasia followed behind her with a close distance.

Anastasia arrived at a restaurant and watched as Izara parked her car away and headed to sit outside where some chairs had already been placed outside.

Despite being a renowned princess from a reputable kingdom, there were no fans or paparazzi taking pictures of her or asking for her to sign on their jackets. Instead, they looked terrified of her.

Once she’d taken a seat, Anastasia noticed a couple sitting close and immediately left and settled somewhere far from her.

Anastasia cocked one of her eyebrows up in questioning.

Not long after, someone occupied the seat opposite Izara. It was a military officer.