Johan willingly climbed the central staircase. Placing his hand on the curved railing, he slowly ascended the steps, looking down at the hall.

People dancing and spinning around in the overheated atmosphere. People gathering, laughing, and chatting. There was nothing strange.

Someone.

As the thorough gaze swept through the banquet hall, it met the eyes of a woman standing near the outer pillar.

It was Princess Anblin.

The princess’s eyes, which were briefly separated, turned back towards Edgar.

Johan, who reached the top step, walked gracefully on the arabesque-patterned carpet.
In the relatively quiet third-floor corridor, the sounds of music and laughter from the party hall could be faintly heard. Johan, walking past the room doors, stopped in front of Room 3016. The illuminated numbers shone in a golden light. Johan, taking his hand out of his pocket, knocked lightly. There was no response from inside. Johan knocked again without hesitation and opened the door.

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The heat in the lively banquet hall was intense. And someone cautiously added more heat to the atmosphere.

“Do you know who I just saw?”

As the lady approached, lowering her voice as if revealing a secret, the surroundings fell silent.

“I saw Olivia Blanchett. Why is she so shameless?”

“Oh my goodness! Where are we? Doesn’t she have any shame?”

“But what’s even more surprising is…”

As the woman lowered her voice further, people stopped breathing and pricked up their ears.

“Leopold Duke went into the room she entered.”

“No way.”

“I saw it with my own two eyes.”

The hall buzzed. Reporters, invited first, started climbing the stairs, followed by gossip enthusiasts who would wake up from a deep sleep for a scandal. People who enjoyed watching fights gathered.

Edgar menacingly glared at Anblin.

Anblin smiled broadly.

“It seems bloodlines can’t be deceived. Isn’t that right, Edgar?”

Finally, Edgar, as if going crazy, started racing towards the central staircase.

While looking at the back of such a man, Anblin smiled coldly.

Irene was in the lounge with Catherine.

Wherever people gathered, there was only gossip about the former wife of the fiancé.

The lounge wasn’t much different.

When the upcoming tennis tournament became a hot topic, Princess Anblin’s story emerged, and naturally, Olivia Blanchett was mentioned. Irene felt uneasy.

If she married that man, she could imagine the life ahead. Just thinking about it made her breathless and tired.

Irene stood up. Resting in the room Johan provided seemed like a better option.

As Irene was about to take her first step, her lady-in-waiting entered.

“Duke Leopold requests your presence.”

“……. What’s going on?” Irene looked at the lady-in-waiting inquiringly.

“He’s waiting in Room 3016.”

She couldn’t understand what he was thinking. Did he give her the wrong room?

Even so, she could tell him after the party ends. It wasn’t the time to find him like this. Irene sighed and stood up.

“It seems the Duke is quite affectionate already.”

Noble young ladies, with envy and jealousy in their tone, chatted around Irene.

She lightly greeted them and followed the lady-in-waiting. Her steps felt heavy.
The elevator door opened, and Irene descended with her lady-in-waiting.

“!”

Irene’s expression hardened.

“Could you please be a bit quieter?”

The central corridor was buzzing with noise.

The gathering spot for people was none other than in front of Room 3016. They had their ears pressed against the door, listening intently.

Irene couldn’t grasp what the situation was.

On the other hand, onlookers paying attention to some ominous event inside were shocked to see the princess.

Oh my goodness!

It was the worst scandal.

Under the subtle light, the princess, with the hem of her chic dress fluttering, approached quietly. Her figure was extremely elegant.

It was apparent that those in front had no idea about the situation behind the door. It was quite pitiful.

“What’s going on?”

Irene, stopping in front of them, asked calmly.

Although she sensed something was amiss, her expression and posture remained calm, as if it had become a habit.

“Well, um…”

No one gave a straightforward answer.

With the anticipation of a fascinating spectacle, the onlookers couldn’t help but imagine the shock the elegant and beautiful princess from another country would experience.

As they discreetly observed each other, someone seemed to be running from the end of the corridor.

Oh my goodness! What on earth is happening?

This time, everyone’s attention was focused on a man.

Edgar Langchester Lanslotte. The protagonist of the recent scandal involving the former Duchess Leopold.

Onlookers, forgetting to breathe, alternated their gazes between the two.

Edgar, who had sprinted up to the third floor in an instant, had a fierce look in his eyes.