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After wearing a dress that did a good job of showing her elegance, she went to the café she chose as the venue for the interview. It was a short interview since this was just the beginning of her game and she got a small space in a popular fashion magazine for teens. When she was done, Mr. Hart sent her the address of the place he wanted to meet her.

As soon as she arrived, she was led to the seventh floor of the building by his body guards.

They both sat opposite each other in the private room of a well-known five star restaurant with Mr. Hart she could not help but feel uncomfortable. She remained calm on the outside while her heart was beating fast.

"Why do you want to help me?" She asked first. There had to be a reason behind this attempt to help her when he knew nothing about her.

"I want to help you because you are the princess," Mr.. Hart replied easily as he watched her closely. He could not help but smile seeing the very close resemblance she had to her mother.

At the mention of her real identity, Rose began scolding herself for coming out alone to see him. He could kill her and no one will know about about it. She did not trust him but she chose to come because she had agreed to with the nod she gave him earlier.

She wished she could run away but it was too late. If he wanted her dead at any moment, she will die right away although she swore to put up a fight to defend herself for as long as she could and perhaps the angel that came for her in her dying minutes in her past life, will come for her while she was still alive.

She glanced at the appetizing dishes on the table before her but did not move to eat any of them. The last thing she wanted was to get drugged.

Mr. Hart knew very well that the princess did not trust him at all but the fact she was willing to talk to him, made him very pleased.

"I need some other reason," she said looking into his eyes fearlessly despite the fear that gripped her heart. If she wanted to take over the throne, she had to be ready and fearless enough to face anyone.

"That is the only reason. My family have worked for the royal family for generations and it is only reasonable that we continue our job with you," he replied his deep voice filling the large room.

"What do you want in return for your help?" she asked not believing a word of what he said earlier.

"I don\'t want anything, your highness," he answered immediately bowing his head respectfully. "It is a duty bestowed upon me as the head of my family."

"No. Either duty or not everyone wants something in return for their goodwill," she murmured remembering how she died all alone in her past life. Where was he when she was dying? The people who abandoned her and her mother now wanted to help her claiming they want to do it as a duty. She could not find any lie as despicable as that.

She had never seen it anywhere that the Hart family worked for the royal family they even called them one of the royal family\'s greatest enemy.

"Since I can\'t get a tangible reason from you, I guess I will just leave," she said watching him closely as she stood up expecting and ready for any attack.

"You have made yourself known to the whole world," he said when she stood up with her purse.

"No I did not. I am just a fashion designer," she refuted immediately.

"They will come for you soon and you will have no shield protecting you," he continued not wanting her to leave.

"Take the bullet they shoot at me and proof you really want to help me then," she answered hoping that ends their discussion.

Mr. Hart chuckled at that \'like mother like daughter\'. The princess was just like her mother the late queen. She could sound ruthless when she wanted and nice when she wanted to. "Relax Your highness. There are many things I have to show and give to you. The things that right fully belong to you and you alone can get access to it. Those things will make your journey to the throne easier," he told her hoping to make her accept.

Smiling despite the heightened fear she felt at that revelation, she answered, "I will think about it and contact you. Give me sometime." She walked out of the room and sighed outside the door in relief.

During her journey back home, she laid all her cards on the table. What she had and what she did not have, she went through them all. She almost had nothing significant except for her life, her talent and the opportunities she got by being a member of the Whitfred family.

She remembered the reason Mr. Hart gave her and it scared her more. What if he wanted to help her to get those things he said only she had had the access to them?

If he wanted to kill he due to her identity, he had the power to do so more than a hundred times over but he kept her alive. She imagined a large safe with a lot of gold locked up in it and she is the only person who could open it. If that was the reason, then she was better for him alive than dead.

The moment she gets what he wants, he will kill her but she could still not answer the question which was why she had not faced such opportunity to get the throne so easily in her past life. In her past life she died when she was almost nineteen but right now, she was sixteen and she was offered help.

She wanted so badly to ask Mr. Hart but it will the biggest surprise of her life if he knew the answer to that question.

As she sat on her bed with a worried and confused expression, she concluded that she will try it on her own first since she could not trust anyone until she was sure she could trust him or she found somebody else.

She was very much unsure of her decision to ignore his help but she sealed the decision as a result of the fear she felt of getting killed just like in her past life.