Russell Junior’s voice was filled with confidence.

“Oh, my. Oh, my. I haven’t even offered the lady a seat yet. I’ve been impolite.”

“No, it’s not a place I would disturb. Today, I just wanted to express my gratitude.”

“Sure. Anytime you need help, come find me.”

This was merely a formal greeting. Among the meaningless sentences casually uttered in social relationships, it was as common as saying, “Let’s grab a meal sometime.”

However, it seemed different to the woman.

“Really? Is it really okay, Mr. Dixon?”

“…….”

Her thick eyelashes blinked, and her large pupils were innocent. Within them shone the brilliance of the midday sun.

Facing such profound eyes, one couldn’t say that what he had just said was nonsense.

“Oh, well. I’m not someone who speaks with double meanings…”

Russell Junior felt somewhat uneasy.

In the meantime, the ordered items were brought to the table. In front of Russell Junior, a bottle of whiskey and a small, elongated glass were placed.

He filled the glass, avoiding the woman’s gaze.

“Can I ask you something…”

The woman’s voice trailed off.

It didn’t bode well.

Why would she hesitate so much to make such a great request?

While nervously holding the glass, he still nonchalantly said, “Don’t hesitate, go ahead. Miss Blanchett.”

He emptied the glass at once with a seemingly generous smile. At the same time, he slyly rolled his eyes to look at the woman.

“Please be my coach.”

The whiskey, which was flowing down his throat with heat, got stuck in his throat at that moment.

“Cough…”

Co-coach?

At the sound like thunder on a clear day, Russell Junior couldn’t help but spew out the whiskey.

Outside the window of the Great Hill, the soft greenish color turned into a deep green.

Although the temperature gradually rose, hinting at early summer, the mood of Johann Leopold standing in front of the mirror felt even cooler.

Originally emitting such vibes, he was particularly cold today.

Johann was in the process of growing up for the reception of the diplomatic mission of Princess Irene Krantz from Tanasia, who was visiting Leiden.

“And.”

The quiet voice made Maurice, who was flipping through a notebook, stop.

“As for the current owner of the townhouse you are residing in…”

When Maurice couldn’t continue, Johann, skillfully tucking the tip of the tie into the loop, said with a cold tone.

“Edgar.”

A monotonous voice flowed through sensual lips tinged with a reddish color.

“That’s correct.”

A man who received a report about the former owner before meeting his fiancée. Expressing condolences for the future Lady Leopold, Maurice smoothly moved on to today’s schedule.

“The Krantzval Express is .”

“Did Olivia play tennis?”

As Johann turned to face the butler, closing his eyes as if talking to himself, he asked.

Approaching, the butler carefully put on Johann’s black silk suit jacket, with a red lining.

“Have you seen her?”
Johann stared through the front glass with thinly opened eyes.

The summer that arrived without a warning felt like an unwelcome guest. It was due to his divorced ex-wife, who left him early in the spring, still poking at his nerves.

“Well, I’m not sure.”

Maurice tilted his head without understanding. Great Hill didn’t have a tennis court, so there was no way she could have seen it.

“It’s a bit strange.”

Maurice’s gaze slid over the newspaper spread on the table.

“Breaking News: Olivia Blanchett, the divorced lady of Lontos, awakens Britte’s stronghold.”

The fact that the duchess, who had been confined to her room, was a tennis player was surprising enough, but the prominently displayed photo was a bigger problem.

And it had to be a wedding photo of all things.

Maurice was somewhat worried that the Duchess Krantz might see it. The duchess was scheduled to arrive at Leiden Central Station at 3 p.m.

If Johann had decided, he could have at least collected the newspapers distributed in the city until the princess arrived. He didn’t care.

“What about you?”

“Nothing.”

Attaching the last epaulet to Johann’s chest, the butler sighed.

Stepping back, the butler inspected Johann’s appearance while smoothing out any imperfections.

Sending a glance that said everything was ready, the butler handed over ceremonial gloves. Johann, absentmindedly filling in the buttons with an indifferent gaze at the mirror, commanded.

“Recognize her.”

Johann strode across the spacious dressing room.

Olivia and tennis.

There couldn’t be a more mismatched combination.

This must be the first time she played tennis with a woman named Elaine at the Ranslot Hotel. If it was Olivia Blanchett that I know, it had to be.

In just a couple of months, she played in the Dublin Tennis Championship with a devious skill.

Ruthless scoundrel.

Johann muttered a quiet curse.

He was undoubtedly a bastard like Edgar, but at least he wasn’t treacherous.

He wasn’t the kind to use a crumbling and helpless woman in this way.

Otherwise, there was no reason to prominently feature a woman who hadn’t properly held a racket in front of the public.