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Chapter 23

Queen Rosina's POV

I was seated at the round table designated to the Alphas. I scanned the hall trying to locate George and I frowned at his absence. I wanted to scold him for his cold act towards Brittany just outside the venue. What was that response about? If he didn't want to reply to the reporter's question, he could have at least held her arm and not ignored her like she was some puppet in this show.

FYI, she is.

Brittany was seated beside me, still sulking.

"Where's George?" I asked as I leaned in.

She glanced at me, remaining silent.

I sighed, grabbing a hold of her arm under the table.

"I'm sorry for his actions, that was uncalled for. " I muttered, playing the caring card.

Ugh! How I hated to act nice to anyone, especially her.

"How lon……