Chapter 693

Liana was being tied up, and she was wearing only a thin silk nightgown.

The rope left marks on her pale thighs, and her hair was disheveled. With her bloodshot eyes, she no longer resembled the proud princess she usually was.

Frederick murmured to himself, "No one would have expected that the Northern Frontier's spoiled princess is now a hostage. She had it rough today."

Listening to Liana, it seemed like the group attacking her was specifically targeting her and had some significant backing. Frederick decided to wait and observe the situation before acting.

Just then, a few bearded middle-aged men stood before her, smirking as one of them grabbed her chin.

“You're still putting on airs now, huh? Do you think you're still in the Northern Frontier, where the Yarboroughs are in command?"

"We're here to take you out under your uncles' orders. Then, we’ll blame your death on Centropolis's most notorious outlaw, Sheldon York!"

"Losing an heiress wouldn’t be a big deal to the Yarbor