Novel & Cerita Prince Harry Bulge

Cover for me and Valerie in front of my father. I looked at the message Jordan sent. A cold laugh escaped me. I pulled the SIM card out of my phone and tossed it into the trash. Then, without a second thought, I boarded the plane. … At the same time, the banquet was in full swing. Everything had reached its peak–but I still hadn't appeared. Jordan kept glancing toward the entrance, growing more and more restless. Then suddenly–the large screen in the hall lit up. A video began to play.

His expression was deeply uncomfortable. "Mr. Kingsley," he started. "I know you explicitly stated you didn't want any media briefings this morning, but... this is trending globally. It involves Ms. Rowe. The public relations department needs to know if we are issuing a statement." "What are you talking about?" I asked, my brow furrowing as I reached out to take the tablet. The moment my eyes hit the screen, my heart stopped. The headline was from a prominent British tabloid, flashing in bold, ugly text: RUNAWAY PRINCE FOUND: HEIR TO THE THRONE SPOTTED IN UNDERGROUND NEW YORK TRYST.

Both sides halted. Sebastian greeted Harvey, who climbed from his vehicle. “Don’t worry about my brother,” Harvey said firmly. “I’ll go to Graystone with His Highness and negotiate.” The Prince himself was there, Harvey’s uncle by marriage. He had come to support the O’Malleys. “Thank you,” Sebastian said, and all of them bowed. “No need for formality,” said Prince Ignacio as he stepped from the armored car. In his forties, tall and commanding, he carried himself with a sovereign’s air. His gaze swept the group, then came to rest on Aurelius. “I have a request.”