I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 16
Last night? As wild as a beast? Victoria Orwello glaring at me as if mocking me.
She was hanging onto Sydney’s neck as if to show off.
Sydney Warden, who wouldn’t even hesitate to pretend to die if I asked.
The guy who detested both men and women and kept his distance, not shaking off Victoria Orwello’s touch…
Are they really lovers?
No, that can’t be.
Sydney Warden entered around 6:50. Calculating the distance from Mayfield Avenue to the hotel, Victoria Orwello would have taken the carriage around 8 o’clock.
Marien. She has never entered this apartment.
Moreover, when she went out, Victoria Orwello’s only visitor, Sydney Warden, was sleeping in the apartment.
Is it really a coincidence?
No way. If so, then the efforts he had made over the past two days…
[This is the timeline separator]Two days ago, after Sydney Warden collapsed like that, Logan changed his strategy.
To pressure Sydney with solid evidence rather than the intuition that the two are the same person.
If Sydney is Marien, she would reveal herself, and if not, she would have no choice but to tell him Marien’s whereabouts.
For that, imperial law is the most certain. Even the emperor of Arsenal cannot ignore Arsenal’s imperial law.
Under imperial law, the right to search for a missing woman is limited to family and fiancés.
Especially if the woman is a noble, even royalty must cooperate with the search and investigation.
Logan Redford immediately went to his grandfather, Marquess Theodore Redford. And he presented the documents he had brought.
“Marien? Now, you’re going to get engaged to a woman without a surname?”
Marquess Redford tossed the proposal onto the desk and leaned back in his chair. Glaring sharply at his grandson as if to say, if you have something to say, say it.
“I can’t marry unless it’s that woman.”
“You brat, how dare you… threaten me?”
Marquess Redford jumped up, slamming the desk with a bang and raising his voice.
The old marquess’s anger, with eyes rolling and body trembling. It was exactly as he had guessed.
“I’m just stating the facts. It’s not that I won’t, but that I can’t.”
“That means you can only marry that woman.”
“Yes.”
Marquess Theodore Redford couldn’t close his mouth, his face full of disbelief. Probably because of the declaration he made right after returning from the battlefield a year ago.
Logan Redford was Theodore’s pride and joy.
He must have thought there was no way his perfect grandson and heir, lacking in nothing, could be like that.
The Redford family had always been excessive in that regard, never deficient or incapable.
He thought so himself.
His grandfather wasn’t one to believe just words. Naturally, he confirmed with Ernest Holden that he couldn’t embrace a woman.
Logan calmly looked at his grandfather, Marquess Redford, who was grabbing his shoulders. His grandfather’s eyes and voice were trembling.
“…So it was possible?”
“You might already have a great-grandchild.”
“Well done! Well done! Hahaha!”
Marquess Theodore Redford. He hugged Logan tightly and laughed heartily. Then suddenly, he became serious and shouted.
“Then we should hold the wedding right away, not just an engagement.”
“I have nothing to ask of you, Grandfather.”
It meant he wouldn’t receive anything, so don’t make demands. Logan placed a pen in Theodore’s hand and gestured toward the documents on the desk.
Theodore signed the proposal and stamped the family seal. Then he threw the document at his grandson’s chest, who slipped away like an eel, and glared.
“You arrogant brat.”
Logan neatly folded the proposal and put it in his pocket, then presented another document. After checking it, Marquess Redford snapped accusingly.
“Ha! You’re shoving a document transferring 10% of the porcelain business rights and saying you have nothing to ask?”
“She has disappeared.”
“Did Duke Orwello kidnap my grandson’s bride or something?”
The old marquess’s anger was so great that he seemed ready to wage a territorial war. Logan shook his head and lowered his voice.
“I need his help.”
Giving up the porcelain business rights, which are like a goose that lays golden eggs, just to get some help? That’s not something this guy who never takes a loss would do…
His grandfather’s thoughts were clear as day. But he wasn’t worried. No matter how much he calculated, giving up a share of the porcelain business rights would be advantageous.
As expected, the marquess grinned and sneered.
“Logan, there’s no guarantee you’ll find the missing woman… so I can’t give you anything.”
It meant to offer something certain in return.
Now it’s a proper deal. Logan raised one corner of his mouth and asked back.
“…What should I offer?”
“If it was possible once, why not twice? If you can’t find that woman named Marien after three months… marry the woman I choose and continue the family.”
A definite marriage and title succession. The things Marquess Redford had persistently demanded of him.
Continuing the family was something he would do eventually, but marrying another woman didn’t appeal to him.
But if it’s someone like Marien, it wouldn’t be bad. She didn’t seem to dislike it either…
“…I’ll find her.”
That’s why he needs to confirm with his own eyes. Who Marien is, whether she’s the same as Sydney Warden…
He couldn’t be swayed by Sydney anymore in this ambiguous state. Logan clenched his fist and solidified his resolve.
“I’m getting old now. That’s enough, so take off your uniform and continue the family.”
“Understood.”
He left the Redford marquess’s house as is and went to Duke Orwello.
For the past 200 years, the Redford marquess family has monopolized the porcelain business.
Even if it’s just 10%, the symbolism cannot be ignored.
After adding the clause ‘excluding physical harm, restraint, and arrest,’ Duke Orwello signed the consent form allowing the investigation of Victoria.
In that way, he obtained valuable information from John Duffman, the manager of the apartment where Victoria Orwello lives.
That day, Sydney Warden entered the apartment, and the only person who came out was Marien…
It can’t be a coincidence. Logan Redford looked at Sydney Warden’s profile and sneered.
[This is the timeline separator]Sydney sat far away diagonally from Logan Redford. It was an unconscious action because she wanted to keep some distance from him.
Shortly after, as the carriage departed, Victoria and Sarah, who were waving, receded into the distance. The same went for the people hurrying to work and the street scenery.
While looking at the rapidly changing landscape, she recalled what Logan had said.
Is there still no solid physical evidence? Sydney touched her chin with her index finger and thumb. It was a habit that came out unconsciously when anxious.
It was thoroughly calculated.
To observe and analyze her reactions with unexpected times and places, unexpected people, and fabricated facts.
And also to find out Marien’s true identity.
The fact that Logan Redford went that far means he suspects her of being Marien…
It must be because of the kiss mark. Or maybe there’s something she missed.
No matter how much she thought about it, only fragments of that night’s sensual memories came to mind. Sydney frowned and pressed her lower lip with her index finger.
It was just one night.
As the pieces of memory fit together, her body craving the pleasure she shared with him felt resentful.
Perhaps, is Logan also driven by physical desire like her, searching for Marien?
Did I do that well? Sydney guessed the possibility that she had satisfied him greatly.
Logan’s face distorted in pleasure, his half-dazed blue eyes, filling her completely…
Stop. Sydney cleared her throat and blinked rapidly. Then she scratched the wide fog on the window with her index fingernail and frowned.
A cold person like Logan Redford searching for Marien just because of physical desire? Even getting a consent form from the Orwello duke’s family?
That doesn’t make sense. Sydney slowly closed her eyes and opened them again.
Why? What’s the reason Logan Redford is obsessed with Marien? To go that far to find her… Back to square one again.
Unconsciously glancing at Logan, their eyes met.
“Captain, why are you looking for Marien?”
“My fiancée has disappeared, so I have to find her.”
No way she’d fall for it twice. Sydney calmly asked back without being shaken by the word ‘fiancée.’
“Have you thought about why she disappeared?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“Is my opinion important?”
“Very.”
Judging by the mocking eyes and tone, Logan seemed to be speaking on the premise that ‘Sydney is Marien.’
Since he’s being this blatant, maybe it’s better to confront him properly once.
But how? Argue that it’s unpleasant to be mistaken for a woman. Any man would feel that way.
Sydney made up her mind and calmly spoke.
“Captain, please tell me why my opinion is important. It makes me uncomfortable that you seem to think I’m Marien.”
Logan chuckled as if surprised and slightly bowed his head. Then his eyes narrowed as if gauging something.
“I’m in a bind too. My intuition keeps saying ‘you are Marien.’”
Intuition? She was confident she could explain any suspicion. But the word so unlike Logan made Sydney momentarily dazed.
If it was questions like Marien and Sydney having similar height and build, or how Marien came out without entering the apartment. She wouldn’t be this flustered if it were those.
“Are you saying I look like a woman right now?”
“Can you prove it?”
What is he asking to prove? That she’s not a woman? How? Even in this situation, he had a very serious face, expecting something.
“Do I have to take off my clothes here and now?”
She tried to stay calm, but her voice and body trembled. That’s how bewildering this situation was for Sydney.
“That would make it certain.”
Sydney Warden’s face crumpled pathetically.
And on top of that, glaring at Logan with eyes as if looking at utter trash.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
Ahhhh the “I have a friend” line. How did she keep her gender hidden this long smh lol
Could it be he was the one who designed the dresses Victoria gifted her?
Is the translation wrong? Isn’t it he never doubted Sydney was a MAN?