The Dublin Club members, who had been making noise in the newspapers, were likely to bet on Olivia.

As they were the only ones who knew her skills.

Thinking of the significant winnings they could collect as a reward for accepting her, a satisfied smile appeared on their faces.

Olivia emptied a glass of water cleanly.

Soon after, the ordered food was prepared on the table, and Olivia focused on her meal. Until someone sat at the empty table.

“Marquis Leopold is coming, isn’t he?”

The hand that had been diligently moving the cutlery abruptly stopped.

“That’s what they say. He’s coming with his fiancée…”

The man, who seemed to be aware of Olivia, glanced over, then blurred his words and called a waiter to place an order.
Olivia’s lips, swollen like a chipmunk, no longer moved as she mumbled incoherently.

Russell Jr., finding a water glass and reaching out to her groping hands, pushed the glass toward her and asked, “Didn’t you know?”

After swallowing the food, Olivia nodded slightly.

With blisters on the palms holding the racket and on the toes that swept the court, Olivia exerted herself. After a few hours, her sunburned shoulders and wrists were sore, and when she returned home, her whole body often turned to jelly.

In such a condition, she deliberately avoided receiving further wounds from malicious articles.

For some reason, her appetite had increased.

“…I should get up first. …I’m sorry, Coach.”

Wiping her lips with a napkin, Olivia politely sought his understanding. She couldn’t continue the meal in this state.

Oh my goodness!

Far away, across the ocean, her ex-husband was coming.

Johan Edinburgh Leopold.

Olivia, who had been convinced that she would never have to face him again after leaving Londos, was now greatly confused by this situation.

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“It’s time to prepare for disembarkation.”

Instead of answering, Johan nodded his head slightly and put out the cigarette he had been smoking on the ashtray.

A long exhale mingled with a hazy smoke in the air.

Between dressing and the sunlight ripening to a yellow hue, Olivia’s chosen country, Britt, faintly caught her eye through the round window.

“If there’s someone who should fall into hell with this matter, it’s not me, but you, Your Grace.”

As Diane Brook’s nonsense came to mind, Olivia unconsciously touched the tie’s knot.

“Is there anything uncomfortable, sir?”

Johan, who had paused for a moment, raised his head.

“No.”

His short-spoken face was elegant.

Hell.

Wearing gloves handed by the butler and buttoning up slowly, Johan’s gaze lingered on the wrist.

‘Do you know that, Johan?’

Olivia’s voice echoed. It was a memory of some time, not precisely remembered as it was a part of their everyday life.

‘While I only looked at you, you glanced at your watch nine times. …Do you know?’

Olivia.

In Johan’s eyes, devoid of any expression, a golden second hand sparkled.

“Everything is ready, Your Highness.”

Checking the time with thin eyes away from consciousness, Johan deliberately nodded his head.

With a polite bow, the timekeeper stepped back.

Ritten Harbor was getting closer.

Johan found a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

After taking a deep drag and exhaling, the smoke rose thickly like fog on the shore of Great Hill.

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Olivia’s heart pounded ominously.
A woman facing a miserable end, gradually withering away in the madness of finally ending her love for her husband, stood before me. Clad in a yellowish ceremonial gown, a thick rope hung around her neck. With a click sound, a trapdoor opened, and Olivia Blanshet’s body danced in mid-air.

No! Olivia vigorously shook her head. She urgently erased the sentences floating in her consciousness.

It won’t happen.

“Are you okay?”

Russell Junior, who had been driving Olivia to the carriage station, asked, glancing at her complexion. Although there couldn’t be a good relationship between divorced couples, it couldn’t have been that bad. The woman, who seemed to be terrified since the news of the Duke’s visit, became pitiful.

Indeed, Johann Leopold, with his oppressive atmosphere and indifferent attitude, was a difficult person to withstand even for the same man. How unbearable must he be for a fragile woman?

“It’s okay, Coach.”

Olivia offered a faint smile.

It’ll be okay.

Nothing will happen.

Olivia calmed her restless heart and adjusted her expression.

It’s probably because of the hotel opening; she’ll go back right after the event ends.

Their paths wouldn’t cross, and they wouldn’t meet. Olivia, who only went between her house and the Dublin Club these days, had no reason to go near the Golden Avenue, and she had no intention of going.

Olivia decided to put an end to negative thoughts.

“Can you go alone?”