Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

The Valols Clan

That way, Emmanuel had to come.

"Emmanuel, what happened?"

Coincidentally, Hattie had come to the mansion with Blake to find Mackenzie, only to see them in such a situation.

"A plane! Someone get me a plane!" Emmanuel shouted, having no time to explain.

They were in Onza, so Terence naturally couldn't help with such arrangements.

Fortunately for them, they had Hattie. "I have a helicopter in my Onza property. I'll take you there right away!" she said.

"Hurry!" Emmanuel, still feeling the effects of the medicine, stumbled toward her.

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The Valls Clan

"Emmanuel, take this with you!" Beatrix suddenly shouted, picking up the golden jade phoenix from the table and tossing it to Emmanuel.

Due to her pregnancy, Mackenzie couldn't wear jewelry, so she kept them at home. It was the token of love Emmanuel gave her after they got married. "Let's go!" Emmanuel didn't have time to reminisce, quickly pulling Hattie out. Mackenzie's location was constantly changing, soon to leave the coast of Chanaea and head toward the Pacific Ocean. Emmanuel was also very familiar with the world map, knowing that amidst the vast ocean lay countless mysterious islands. However, he didn't know where the plane's final destination would be.

Meanwhile, on a private plane, Yasmine sat next to Mackenzie, wearing a smile throughout.

"Ms. Morgan, can you tell me now how my parents died?" Mackenzie didn't want to waste any time and wanted to solve her biggest mystery immediately. Last night, she had chatted with her grandfather for a long time,

00:29 Sat, 15 Jun Y The Valois Clan and even Terence didn't know the truth of the matter.

Looking at her cold expression, Yasmine smiled lightly and didn't beat around the bush. "Your father's accident was deliberate, and the culprit happened to be an assassin from our organization!"

Mackenzie's eyes suddenly became incredibly piercing, emitting a cold light, as she questioned with gritted teeth, "Why did you do it?"

"Your Holiness, please be patient as I slowly narrate you a story."

Facing Mackenzie's icy gaze, Yasmine suddenly stood up, put her hand on her shoulder, and knelt down on one knee toward her. Then, everyone else on the plane also put their hands on their shoulders and knelt down to Mackenzie.

Even Mackenzie was a little flustered by the display. What's going on?!

Not only Yasmine but even the others looked at her with great reverence.

"W-What did you just call me?"

The Valois Clan Mackenzie couldn't accept this reality. She only wanted to be an ordinary person and not some Saintess, for she knew full well that the Holy Fire organization was an evil organization, at least in Emmanuel's eyes, it was definitely evil. If she really was the Saintess of the Holy Fire organization, she would be destined to stand against Emmanuel!Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Your Holiness!" Yasmine affirmed again. "You are the next Saintess!"

Mackenzie trembled slightly, leaning back in her seat and sighing softly. She had actually long suspected her origins, but now she still found it a bit hard to accept it.

After calming down, she issued a strong order. "Yasmine, since you address.

me as Saintess, then I command you now to tell me the truth about my identity!"

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Yasmine was usually an imposing woman. Even if Joe was in front of her, she would speak with her head held high. But at this moment, in front of Mackenzie, she was incredibly humble, a far cry from her usual demeanor.

The Valois Clan

"This matter must start with the Valois Clan! There are many versions of the

legend about this race in Chanaea, but what I'm going to tell you now is that

regardless of which version of history it is, this race truly existed, with history

of nearly 5,000 years!

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"Most of the Valois Clan were born with extraordinary talents, but thousands of years ago, one branch did not want to get involved in worldly disputes and killings, so they chose to retreat to a paradise away from the world, living in seclusion.

"Their first leader was called the Saintess by people, and before each Saintess passed away, she would choose the next Saintess, who would serve

as the clan's leader. This tradition has been passed down to the present day!