His secret spoiled wife (Lily and Alexander)

Chapter 2222

The queen put down her utensils and stopped eating. She could not overeat at her age since her appetite was not as good as it

used to be. She calmly looked over her shoulder at Fred, saying, “Then what do you think? What do you want him to do?”

Fred burst into laughter. “My dear queen, Prince Ross isn’t a child. He wouldn't do what | want, would he? Still, I'm confident he’s

not on your side.”

He spoke confidently, wagging his finger.

The queen chuckled. “He's my son. Shouldn't he be on my side instead of yours?”

“No, you're wrong. You and | are on the sside, Your Majesty,” Fred said seriously.

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“Fred, are you joking?” The queen laughed. “It’s funny, I'll give you that.”

“Cut the act, my clever Queen. You know better than anyone that none of your sons wishes for your longevity. Who would want to

remain a prince forever?

“They're eager to replace you as the head of Yudonia,” he said with conviction, “I'm the only one who wishes you to remain in

power forever. I'm your closest aide. It'll affectif you step down or are no longer around.

“That's why you and | are on the sside, Your Majesty. I'm the only person who truly cares about you!” He sighed, shaking his

head.

The queen remained quiet, neither retorting nor agreeing.

Fred looked at her for a while. “Okay, | have to go and find out why the prince has chere. Have a good rest, Your Majesty.

You're about to be reborn!”

He smiled meaningfully and ordered someone to push the food cart away before leaving the room. However, he did not go straight

to the prince. Instead, he got changed first.

After riding the elevator, the doors opened, and he saw Ross. The latter was angry and impatient. Fred saluted him and said, “My

Prince, I'm sorry I'm late. I've been so busy with work lately.”

Ross glared at him. “How dare you keepwaiting?”

“| apologize, Your Highness!” He bowed deeply. “Punishany way you like. | deserve it.”

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Ross stared at him and snorted. “Forget it. You were working hard. What kind of message would | be sending if | punished you?

Taketo your office. Letsee how heavy your workload is.”

“Well...” Fred hesitated.

“Why? Can't | go to your office?” Ross asked.

Fred quickly answered, “No, no, you can! It's just that my office is messy, and | don’t want to be disrespectful to you, Your

Highness.”

“Givea break. I'm not a clean freak.” Ross joined Fred in the elevator and turned to face outward. “What are you waiting for?

Press the button.”

Fred caught himself and nodded repeatedly. “Yes, Your Highness.”

After pressing the floor button, he sized up the prince from the corner of his eye, wondering why he had visited.