Wei Anning said nothing. She went upstairs and changed into a white jumpsuit, wearing a pair of off-white high heels as she came down to enter the palace with the Duke.
Dora stood by the second-floor window, watching the elongated Lincoln slowly drive out of the Duke Mansion. She squinted her eyes. After a moment, she picked up the phone to make a call.
The other end quickly connected, "Weren't we not supposed to contact each other recently?"
"Wei Anning has returned safely. I heard her talking with the old man; it seems she's starting to compete for the throne." Dora swirled the red wine in her hand gently, a sinister gleam in her eyes.
Cecilia said dispassionately, "I've said before, your sister is very ambitious, just keeping a low profile."
Dora sneered, "Have you thought of a strategy to deal with her?"
