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Chapter 265 - 265 You Don’t Know Her

Chapter 265: You Don’t Know Her Chapter 265: You Don’t Know Her Abel burst into laughter.

“Naughty?

That is your grand excuse?

Come on, Obinna, you have never cared about her.

This one has really gotten under your skin, huh?” “This isn’t funny.” “No, it’s hilarious.” Abel leaned forward, his tone turning serious.

“Look, I know you never liked her.

That’s no secret.

But I’ve seen her, Obinna.

I expected a brat, a spoiled troublemaker from how you described her.

But she’s not.

She’s sharp.

Intelligent.

And honestly?

She seems nice.” Obinna scoffed.

“You don’t know her.” “And you do?” Abel countered smoothly.

“Tell me, Obinna… do you really know your sister at all?” “I do, and it’s definitely not my sister that you saw.” Obinna’s voice was firm, almost dismissive.

“You know I don’t have time for all these things.

I’ve been quite busy these days.” Abel sighed.

“I know, I know.

Ever since you became the interim king, you’ve barely had a moment to breathe.

But maybe that’s exactly why I called,” he added with a teasing lilt.

“Don’t tell me not to bother you unless it’s important.

Even a simple ‘how are you doing?’ is more meaningful than what you usually do, hanging up on me like you always do.” Obinna wasn’t swayed.

“If this is just another one of your ridiculous calls to tease me, I’m not interested,” he said flatly.

“You’re claiming you saw my sister, but she’s obviously in the castle.” That was that.

Abel leaned back in his chair, stunned.

He had been so sure about what he saw.

The girl’s face was plastered all over the internet from her recent introduction into the royal family.

Yet Obinna was adamant, his sister wasn’t allowed to leave the castle, let alone roam around freely.

Which meant one thing.

He must have been mistaken.

But… had he really?

Something about that girl felt too real, too precise to be a mere lookalike.

His instincts told him otherwise, but for now, he let the conversation drop.

The resemblance was just too much.

Abel leaned back, rubbing his temple.

Maybe he had jumped to conclusions too quickly.

After all, he hadn’t even seen her full face, only glimpses from a side profile, partially covered by a mask and a cap.

Yet, despite the incomplete view, something in his gut screamed at him that she was the second princess.

But how could he have been so reckless?

He clicked his tongue in frustration.

He wasn’t usually one to make rash judgments, yet here he was, convinced of something without solid proof.

That wasn’t like him.

He always prided himself on being thorough, logical.

And besides, if anyone would know whether the second princess had left the castle, it would be her own brother.

And Obinna had been firm, she was still inside.

Maybe he really had made a mistake.

He exhaled deeply, forcing himself to let it go.

At least for now.

There was no point in obsessing over a theory without evidence.

If the girl truly was the princess, he would find out soon enough.

After all, no matter how much she tried to hide her face, she was now his assistant.

And sooner or later, he would see her face.

He just had to be patient.

In the Castle Obinna tapped his fingers on the desk, his brows furrowed.

His friend’s words lingered in his mind longer than he expected.

Could it really be possible that his sister was outside the castle?

No, it wasn’t.

He had placed strict limitations on her movements.

No reports had come in about her leaving.

He called over one of his attendants and ordered him to check.

The man left, returned a few minutes later, and confirmed that no guards had reported the princess leaving her room.

So, that was that.

Obinna exhaled, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.

Abel must have been extremely bored to call him with such nonsense, teasing him, gossiping, as if he had time for that.

His friend was many things, but idle chatter wasn’t one of them.

Still… Why had Abel been so convinced?

Obinna dismissed the thought and pushed the matter aside.

He had more pressing things to handle.

If Abel had truly seen someone, then it must have been a mistake.

There was no way his sister had left the castle.

Though, unknowingly, his decision to wave it off worked entirely in Nnenna’s favor.

Had he ordered a check on her room, they would have found it empty.

Meanwhile, back at the store, Nnenna moved with quiet efficiency.

She approached the secretary’s desk, collected the necessary paperwork without disturbing the woman, and walked back toward the head manager’s office.

She knocked, then entered when given permission.

“Sir, I brought the papers,” she announced, stepping forward with them.

The head manager looked up from his desk, a flicker of approval in his sharp gaze.

“You’re already adjusting to your position, I see.

That’s good.

Bring them over.” She approached, handing him the documents.

He flipped through them, reading over her details before signing his own name with a smooth stroke of his pen.

When he was satisfied, he nodded.

“Good,” he said.

A few minutes later, the office door swung open, and two men entered, carrying a desk, followed by another man bringing in a chair.

Nnenna stepped aside, watching as they moved with efficiency.

The head manager pointed toward a spot near his own desk.

“That will be your spot from now on,” he said.

Nnenna “..?” She blinked.

“Wait… I’m staying here?

With you?” “Yes.” “Why can’t I stay outside with the secretary?” “Because you’re my assistant,” he replied smoothly.

“But… I thought assistants usually worked from outside, with the secretary,” she reasoned, her tone measured but curious.

His eyes glinted, his voice turning slightly firm.

“I want you to stay here.” There was something final in his words.

She hesitated.

“Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, though his tone suggested he wasn’t interested in entertaining any objections.