Of course, there was a plan to tie her up so that she couldn’t do anything before, but aside from that, now it seemed that a little threat was necessary for the woman.

Olivia, who had been silent for a moment, opened her mouth.

“If it’s that person. I don’t think it will be a problem wherever I am. And.”
Olivia bit her lip.

“Staying at the hotel… would only provoke her more. It’s better to stay as it is. If the princess is not foolish, she will remain quiet for a while.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, if you don’t like it.”

The low-sinking voice resonated in her heart. Edgar’s gaze was deep and silent.

How sincere was this man’s affection?

There was a man who was affectionate to everyone.

The senior she had a crush on, his affection was equal for everyone. So, there was no room for confusion.

But this man…

Be affectionate only to me.

Olivia stared into the pale gray eyes with a faint bluish tint.

In his seemingly genuine affection, there was concern for her.

He must have looked at the princess with such eyes too.

Confusing. You.

Even if she were to fall in love with this man now, it wouldn’t be strange at all.

Edgar’s attitude had made Olivia misunderstand to that extent.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Olivia.”

The man who called her name without hesitation shook the confusion again.

All the scattered words, glances, and actions of this man were too easy.

Erasing the empty feeling, Olivia spoke steadily.

“I’m not fragile enough for you to worry about. Brightly.”

Olivia smiled brightly.

It was an excessively clear and calm voice, containing a cold meaning that said, “I don’t need someone like you.”

That arrogant tone lit a fire deep in Edgar’s innermost being.

A clear rejection.

After Olivia Blanshet’s birth father, she was the second.

Johan, who had finished reviewing the reservation rate of Leopold Hotel and the pre-event review for the Dublin Championship, signed at the bottom of the report.

The chief steward who handed over the documents left, and Morris immediately entered.

“Preparations for departure are all done.”

When Johan nodded, a knock sounded. It was Princess Krantz.

Morris, who had given a bow to the princess and stepped back, left as Johan stood up from his seat.

“What’s the matter?”

He asked, pointing to the sofa with a composed fingertip.

The voice that drew a line as if treating someone who couldn’t come here without business was cold.

“Did that woman. Return safely?”

Irene asked with a steady tone.

Johan, who walked towards the desk, took out a cigar from the cigar box.

Lighting a match and holding it in his hand, he inserted the hand he had gathered into the loose pocket of his trousers and asked.

“Are you curious about that?”

The low-sinking tone and the gaze that looked down arrogantly were haughty.

Since he was bothered.

Irene couldn’t say no. She just stared at the white smoke rising in the air.

If, by any chance, it caught the eyes of the reporters and spread as gossip, her dignity would once again be on the line, along with her former husband.

She didn’t want to show that scene to Christian.

“Please tell me how much I should overlook.”
The involvement of noble gentlemen in government affairs was not something Irene wanted to get into unnecessary emotional battles about at this moment.

Although it was deeply regrettable that the opponent was a divorced wife, she could ignore it.

As long as it didn’t get exposed to anyone.

“If that’s the issue, shouldn’t I have gone to visit Princess Briet instead?”

There’s a mastermind who kidnapped Olivia and pushed her into the silent room where Johan is.

The woman who pressed as if she were caught doing something scandalous was amusing.

“I’m talking about the future. Will you continue to meet that woman-.”

“Princess.”

A subdued voice cut through Irene’s words.

Even the imposing pressure that made her, who was born and raised in a noble family, shudder pressed down on her shoulders.

“At that time, and even now. As I said, I have done nothing.”

In the gaze of the man looking down from an unreachable height, Irene felt a sense of humiliation.

“As for the future… You’ll see.”

His indifferent demeanor was different from Christian, whom she had never stopped loving.

She didn’t expect anything from a man without emotions, but his coldness still stirred her heart.

“If you make me miserable, I won’t stay silent.”

“It’s not something a woman who, while engaged, was entangled with a man from another place should say.”

“!”

Irene de Krantz turned pale, frozen in shock.