“You, you…”
Reynard, with a shocked expression, looked up at him, struggling to find words. Stammering while pointing at him, Milley considered breaking his finger but instead lightly kicked his face away with his foot.
Although it was a small action, Reynard, caught off guard, trembled as his face hit the floor. He tried to rise, grinding his teeth in frustration.
“You, a mere duke, you dare…”
While still holding his forehead, seemingly in pain, Reynard was observed intently by Milley, who then casually remarked.
“I believe I told you who I am, have you forgotten already?”
“Don’t bullshit me, brat! You, the crown prince of Hankin? What nonsense are you spouting?”
Yelling, Reynard spat out blood-mixed saliva on the floor. Milley, finally realizing what was happening, let out a short exclamation of realization.
Laila had known him as a duke, and Reynard apparently misunderstood the situation, thinking the opposite was true.
Indeed, Milley thought.
He knelt in front of Reynard, who was still unable to get up, and grabbed his already battered face to look into his eyes. There was a slight sneer in his gaze, and his voice was icily sharp.
“So you didn’t believe me. That’s why you went to such lengths to bring me back to the palace in a carriage. Why, to humiliate Laila in front of me?”
At the accurate assessment, Reynard let out a low laugh. Still not fully grasping the situation, he continued to provoke Milley.
“You like that girl, don’t you? Did you fall for her at first sight?”
Should he be praised for that guess?
Falling in love at first sight was indeed true.
But certainly not at the time Reynard was thinking of. Who falls in love with a crying woman out of sympathy?
However, Milley’s mind cooled as he recalled Laila crying in a corner of this room not long ago.
“It’s exhausting dealing with someone of low intelligence,” he muttered under his breath.
Bang!
Without any visible gesture from Milley, Reynard’s body was suddenly thrown backward.
He was unable to see what had hit him earlier due to the darkness, but this time, he felt an invisible force slamming him into the wall.
Thrown back to the floor, Reynard groaned, unable to stand up from the impact.
“Cough, cough…”
After inflicting just enough pain to avoid giving Reynard a concussion, Milley approached him again, hands casually in his pockets, as Reynard writhed on the ground.
“Do you even know what this power is?”
Feeling as if a bone was broken and completely disoriented, Reynard shivered, his teeth chattering noisily.
“What, what is this, you can’t be serious…”
The realization that Milley wasn’t bluffing about being the crown prince hit him.
Milley tilted his head and gave a small smile. There was no affirmation or denial, but Reynard could no longer doubt his identity.
The psychokinetic power inherited through the royal bloodline of the Hankin Empire.
Adrian Laines, regarded as one of the most powerful psychokinetics in Hankin’s history.
Reynard vaguely recalled hearing something about him receiving the title of duke some time ago.
Upon recalling this fact, Reynard felt chills down his spine and his hands trembled uncontrollably.
Caught in terror and frozen in place, Reynard was dismissively looked down upon by Milley, who muttered,
“Honestly, showing someone like you this power feels like a waste, but I never expected to use it twice in one day.”
After saying this, Milley tilted his head, reconsidering.
“Actually, was it three times?”
Reynard, puzzled about the ‘three times,’ eventually remembered one thing.
The strange earthquake that only happened in this building. Could that have been his doing too?…
Even for a psychokinetic, shaking a building seemed far-fetched, but if the rumors about Prince Adrian’s strength were true, it seemed entirely possible.
Reynard realized he had unwittingly stirred up a very dangerous hornet’s nest.
“I should’ve taken that warning more seriously.”
“But I do need a vent for my frustration.”
“Your Highness…”
As Reynard shrank back from the clear murderous intent in Milley’s eyes, he tried to crawl away.
Could he really kill him right here? Despite being a prince of a nation…
While Reynard contemplated this, he suddenly felt a loss of strength in his body. As a pungent smell hit his nose, Milley looked down with a smirk.
“You must’ve been really scared. You should’ve listened to me from the start, before I lost my patience.”
Reynard’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. He had never been so humiliated. He almost burst into tears but managed to stammer a response.
“What, what do you want from me…”
Milley leaned in, his gaze piercing. Reynard, now hiccupping, waited for him to continue.
“When I first came to this country, I thought it would be enough to sell you an expensive ship and have Laila decently break off the engagement before sending her back to Wessex…”
Reynard waited breathlessly for him to finish.
“But you, and this country, are quite loathsome.”
“What do you m-mean…”
Milley’s large hand reached out and firmly grasped Reynard’s nape. He was dragged helplessly along as Milley began to walk.
Milley led Reynard to a table in the center of the room.
As Reynard’s head hit the table, he noticed a rustling sound and lifted his head. Milley, as if waiting, held up a piece of paper – a document titled ‘Ship Transaction’ and ‘Loan Agreement’.
“Don’t worry too much. These are documents you would have had to sign in the future anyway; the timing has just been moved up a bit.”
Indeed, Reynard had been subtly pressured by Milley to sign these documents recently. The difference now was the loss of choice over when to sign them.
“You want the cruise ship I’m selling, right? I’ll give it to you cheaply and even lend you the money to afford it.”
Reynard flinched at Milley’s remark, which sounded like he was generously offering a favor. Even in his debauched state, Reynard couldn’t immediately agree to buy the luxury cruise ship that Milley was selling.
The ship’s price was equivalent to two months of the kingdom’s operating budget. Although Reynard desired the extravagant cruise ship, its exorbitant cost had him contemplating giving up.
Yet, easily giving up would make him seem like a laughable figure, desiring wealth without having the means, making it difficult for him to outright refuse the purchase.
But now, a contract pushed forward by a man who seemed eager to kill him.
Signing it would undoubtedly plunge his life into ruin. Who would willingly step into an obvious trap?
Fear filled Reynard’s eyes as he looked at Milley.
But in Milley, there was no trace of the peaceful Janus; only cruelty remained.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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