Since the Rose Ball, Olivia Blanshet had consistently been at the center of rumors.
Of course, in the beginning, most of the articles were negative.
However, with the Dublin Club as a turning point, the stories about Olivia turned favorably.
But lately, once again, mud was being slung at her reputation that had quieted down.
“…Really. They’re going too far.”
Articles selling out Olivia Blanshet were pouring out day after day, and intentionally written pieces were quite provocative.
A tough rival in her ex-husband’s business, Lord Ranslot, sticking close like a barnacle.
After taking away the princess’s necklace and lover, is the next target the throne of the tennis queen?
By this point, even those who had little interest in tennis began to show abnormal enthusiasm for this competition.
Our princess, hailed as the tennis queen, must never lose to such a scandalous upstart.
Everyone united in support of the princess.
“Don’t worry, Ann.”
Olivia, standing in front of the mirror, narrowed her eyes. The sunlight streaming in through the window reflected, dazzling her eyes.
Ann felt upset. The sight of the young lady trying not to show any emotion externally was even more heartbreaking.
As Ann buttoned up the new tennis outfit for Olivia, she asked carefully.
“Shouldn’t we publish a rebuttal article?”
If it were Lord Ranslot, it was a possible course of action. Ann was frustrated about why they weren’t using his influence.
He seemed like a person existing to save the young lady. This fact became clearer in moments of crisis.
The actions he took, vouching for the young lady’s identity, willingly taking Ann on board, and even intervening in Great Hill, all meant one thing.
Lord Ranslot likes the young lady.
That was Ann’s conclusion.
Initially, when the scandal broke out, she held some resentment. However, that was merely the fault of an unscrupulous journalist, not Lord Ranslot’s fault.
“Just show them your skills.”
Olivia brushed it off lightly.
‘Earned the entry right with my body.’
She was aware of the scandalous rumors circulating about her.
If she responded to every single one, her sanity wouldn’t be left intact.
Since the world sees things the way they want to see them. If she showed them, that would be enough.
Let’s do our best.
That was enough.
Olivia, after changing, walked out of the dressing room and crossed the corridor.
Passing through the gracefully curved stairs and traversing the Hall of Fame, she keenly felt the gazes of people coming and going.
Whether due to various vulgar expressions in the articles or because of Olivia’s attire.
Ann thought it was the latter. Another reason could be the fact that she was perfectly beautiful.
Descending the spacious stairs leading to the tennis court, where the sound of balls being hit everywhere disappeared, a sudden silence fell.
Unconsciously, Olivia walked towards Court 12.
“…….”
Russell Jr., who had arrived first and was warming up, squinted his eyes. Then, his pupils flickered.
“Ahem.”
Not sure where to direct his gaze, Russell Jr. felt awkward because his eyes kept going somewhere else.
“So… this outfit…”
Russell Jr. started speaking while looking at the vast sea but couldn’t finish. Olivia’s white arms were graceful as they floated on the surface.
“Yes, I tried it on to check the fit. How does it look?”
With the usual kind smile, Russell Jr. was left speechless.
How does it look?
“Well…”
His whitened mind was a shock in itself.
“…Ah, Arem. No, it looks refreshing.”
With a white headband, night-colored hair cascaded, revealing the small ears.
The dress, entirely white according to the competition regulations, had lace-wrapped buttons running in a row from the front of the torso down to the waist.
The problem was that it was too short.
With no sleeves and a skirt length clearly showing her knees, Olivia’s slender legs stood out. It was an outfit enough to make the men lose their composure and the snobbish madams faint.
“Shall we begin, Coach?”
Russell, who had been standing there absentmindedly, belatedly went to his position. Olivia was already on the court, swinging her racket and warming up.
Following her movements, the hem of Olivia’s skirt fluttered gracefully above her knees.
Russell Jr., exhaling heavily, served. He was nervous, wondering if he could play properly.
However, it was Russell Jr.’s misjudgment. He was the only one nervous.
Huff, huff. After a while, Russell Jr.’s rough breathing echoed on the club grounds.
To sweep away the ball returning faster than before, he had to jump around with his soles burning without a chance to catch his breath.
As the clothes lightened, Olivia’s movements became quick and nimble.
Unbeknownst to them, the gathered onlookers held their breath.
As usual, the betting had begun.
Will the princess and Olivia face off, and if so, who will claim the trophy?
The unpopular women’s singles match had now become the main focus of Ritten’s attention.
“A vote for Olivia Blanshet.”
“Me too. Of course.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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