Spoiled by Mr Russell

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"No, I didn't." Ross was unusually calm.

Yasmin snorted. "Of course not. They wouldn't let you in on such a classified matter, would they?"

"Then how did you find out about it?" he asked calmly.

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Yasmin looked away and gently cleared her throat, saying, "I have my ways. Do not doubt my words. They're the

truth."

"I don't," Ross said casually, "I'm just curious since you said it's classified. Of course, you may claim you have spies,

but think about it. You've been conducting this research for years. How many people know about it?"

Ross steadily continued, "Or do you think you've done a better job at keeping secrets than the Hyderland

government?"

His series of questions stumped the queen. "Ross, you—"

Ross gently interjected, "Please don't get upset. You know I'm making sense, don't you?"

He had done some soul-searching over the past few days and concluded that talking back at his mother would not

work. Since Yasmin had grown accustomed to giving orders all these years, she would instinctively refute any

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differing opinions.

Worse, she would stop listening to what others said. Therefore, Ross had to communicate with her in ways that she

could accept.

Yasmin's expression stiffened. It was evident she was upset. Although Ross did not shout at her like last time, she

could make no retorts. Yasmin had to admit she had no proof—except Fred's claims—to back up what she said.