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Chapter 84: ‘Supervising’ Chapter 84: ‘Supervising’ She opened her mouth to argue but quickly shut it, her face

reddening.

The king wasn’t finished.

“I expect this matter to be resolved as I've commanded.

You will work together and represent this family with pride.

“And don’t ever call your sister a servant again.

Do you understand?” King Ikechukwu repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ebere hesitated, her pride warring with her fear of their father’s growing anger.

She didn’t bother to respond at first, but her mother, sensing the storm brewing, leaned over and pinched her

thigh under the table.

Ebere flinched and quickly muttered, “Yes, Father.” King Ikechukwu regarded her closely, his gaze sharp and

critical.

He shook his head slightly, a look of disappointment crossing his face.

‘It seems I've spoiled her too much,” he thought.

‘Perhaps it’s tfor scorrections.” Without another word, he rose from his seat, his commanding presence

announcing the end of breakfast.

“That will be all.

Make sure my instructions are followed,” he said before walking out of the room.

Everyone else began to leave as well, except for Nnenna.

She remained seated, her mind turning over what had just transpired.

She thought about the king's parting words regarding credit for the preparations.

He mentioned Ebere taking all the credit as if it were a given, she mused.

‘But he must have forgotten that I'll also be involved.

The credit should go to both of us, or, at the very least, what's mine will eventually be mine.” Her lips curled into

a small, determined smile as she rose gracefully from her seat.

‘Let them underestimate me,’ she thought.

‘It will only make my success sweeter.” The morning passed quickly, with Nnenna devoting her tto studying

while her sister, Ebere, avoided lifting a finger to help.

Since Ebere refused to cdownstairs and work with her for the birthday preparations, Nnenna chose to also

withdraw and do her own things.

Nnenna really didn’t mind; she had more important things to focus on.

Spending eight months in the hospital had left her far behind in her studies, and she was determined to catch

up.

Before the accident, she had already taken the university entrance exam, and the results were due to be

announced soon.

She was both excited and anxious about it.

However, she refused to rely solely on the outcand remained diligent, pouring over the study materials and

books her eldest brother had given her.

As she flipped through the pages, a thought crossed her mind.

‘How did he know to bringthese specific books on the day | was discharged?’ she wondered.

Of all the things he could have chosen, why these?

It felt strange, almost as if her eldest brother had sinsight into what was happening in the house, about her

books and studying materials being torn to pieces.

Was he subtly trying to help her?

The idea seemed too far fetched, and she quickly dismissed it, shaking her head.

She couldn't afford to get distracted by unverified theories.

“Focus,” she told herself firmly, diving back into her studies.

Whatever his intentions had been, she would make good use of his gift.

At noon, when Ebere realized that Nnenna wasn’t going to act unless provoked, she finally left her room and

made her way down to the grand ballroom.

But instead of helping, she settled into an already prepared luxurious seat, a plate of delicacies placed beside

her, as if she were royalty overseeing a feast.

When Nnenna entered, she scanned the hall, immediately noticing that only one seat had been set up in that

special area, the one Ebere was currently lounging in.

They never planned for her to sit.

Her gaze shifted, landing on a stack of chairs meant for arranging the ballroom.

Just as she was about to grab one for herself, a servant, one of her friends in the castle, hurried over and quietly

placed a chair beside the pastries table for her.

That small act of kindness instantly drew a sharp glare from Ebere, her eyes flashing with irritation.

Nnenna noticed, and without hesitation, stepped between her friend and her sister's venomous gaze.

“Sister,” she began, her voice smooth yet piercing, “of course | have to sit.

It’s only natural for someone to make space for me, just like they did for you.” She smiled, eyes glinting with

unspoken challenge.

“Or... do | need to remind Father that you still seeas a servant?” She tilted her head, feigning innocence, yet

the underlying threat was unmistakable.

She knew the consequences of such an accusation, and so did Ebere.

The room stilled for a second, tension crackling in the air.

Ebere clenched her jaw Hearing Nnenna’s words, Ebere immediately withdrew her sharp glare and looked away.

“Sit down if you want.

It's none of my concern,” she said, waving a dismissive hand.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“But just so you know, there are limited servants available today.

As you can see, we're short on hands.

So, Father said you'll need to work extra hard to help out.” She spoke sweetly, her voice dripping with fake

innocence.

Nnenna let out a short, amused laugh.

“If | remember correctly, the castle has more servants than we actually need.

How is there suddenly a shortage of hands to prepare the ballroom?” she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

Ebere’s smirk widened.

“What do you know?

| thought you spent all your twith the servants.

Shouldn't you understand how things work by now?” she sneered.

Then, as if she were an expert, she continued, “During times like this, there are many important tasks to

accomplish.

The servants have been divided into groups, and those assigned to the ball preparation are fewer than usual

since the others have more crucial things to handle.” She flicked a crumb off her lap, acting as if her explanation

was absolute.

Nnenna watched her, unimpressed, but said nothing.

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