Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 361

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 361**
**Chapter 361: Shifting Loyalties**

No one had anticipated that Emma would outmaneuver the cunning elders of the Enchanter Clan and the devious Celia, both renowned for their mastery of deceit. Yet, here she was, having walked away with a trove of treasures that would leave even the most seasoned tricksters in awe.

“Ms. Tibarn is nothing short of remarkable!”

Silas stowed the storage band away, his gaze fixed on Emma, a proud smile stretching across his face.

“You truly excelled, Emma.”

His tone was rich with unreserved admiration, a reflection of the joy bubbling within him.

“This is precisely how one should handle those Enchanters.”

On his journey back, Silas had gleaned the entire tale from Kieran, and it filled him with relief to know that Emma had not only emerged unscathed but had also amassed significant gains. The sight of her vibrant spirit and radiant happiness warmed his heart, a testament to her resilience.

Before long, the Enchanter Clan made their return, accompanied by the elders and Celia, whose fury was palpable.

Earlier, when Celia’s partner had come to deliver the items, he had the audacity to request an audience with Malrik. Marcus, however, had met that request with a blunt refusal, stating that if they wished to see Malrik, they would have to pay a ransom five times the original amount.

Celia’s partner had promptly fallen silent, retreating with Celia in tow, their pride bruised.

Back at the Enchanter Clan, Celia had returned, her lips a flurry of curses aimed at Emma.

“That treacherous woman, Emma! How dare she inflict such harm upon me? I will never forgive her!”

She collapsed onto her bed, the wounds from the chains still seeping blood, a stark reminder of her humiliation.

“Where is the holy medicine?” she spat, her eyes narrowing as she glared at her partner.

“You incompetent fools! Why haven’t you procured the medicine yet?”

“It’s on its way,” another partner chimed in, rushing in with a bottle of deep green healing potion, his expression a mix of anxiety and hope.

He knelt before her, presenting the potion with both hands as if it were a precious gem.

“Ms. Yates, here is the medicine. If you take it, your wounds should cease bleeding.”

Celia’s eyes narrowed at the potion, her disdain evident.

Smack!

In an instant, her hand shot up, delivering a stinging slap across his face.

“You expect me to drink this? I demand holy medicine, not this worthless concoction!”

Her partner, cheeks flushed from the unexpected blow, replied softly, almost pleadingly.

“Ms. Yates, we spent all our funds on Emma. We simply don’t have enough left to purchase the holy medicine from the Ravaryn.”

Another partner, kneeling beside him, attempted to add his voice to the conversation.

Smack!

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