Of course, he knew it was just a rumor inflated by the Fledas family, but she threw the question in the hope that he would show a little more affection toward her if he was going to be the Grand Duchess.
Since she would be in that position anyway unless the real Princess Erwin fell from the sky.
“Have you completed preparations to go to the Tessia Empire?”
He dismissed Fledas’s question neatly with a gesture, urging her to ask about other matters.
“…Yes.”
“On this journey, Ezra will approach you.”
“…I hate the idea of even seeing his face… Maybe I’ll slap him as soon as I see him.”
“You don’t have to worry about that; he won’t lay a finger on you.”
Fledas tilted her head in confusion.
She couldn’t fathom this man’s true intentions. While he casually promised protection, why did he gaze at her with such cold eyes, allowing no room for any slip?
“Then I’ll trust only you, Your Excellency. You mentioned having an engagement ceremony in Corb when you return, right?”
He glanced at the calendar, seeming to estimate a date, before nodding.
“It might be delayed a bit depending on the circumstances, but that is the plan.”
“I see… Where will the wedding take place? In Corb? Conwel? I don’t mind Lindkoem either.”
Fledas sparkled her eyes, smiling as charmingly as possible.
“It will take place in Conwel.”
With a light smile and the returned answer, Fledas sensed that marriage was included in this man’s plans. Perhaps she should prepare for a divorce instead of separation.
Fledas smiled confidently.
She knew too well that she could not give up the position of the Grand Duchess from now on.
Like Emperor Ludrage and Duke Blachnacht, men in high positions were ultimately men.
After spending a night with him during this Tessia journey, whether it be annulment or divorce, it would not happen as the fancy and arrogant man thought.
Should I have moved?
If the house prices in Corb were just a bit more manageable.
No, ultimately, was it not because Ezra, the crazy bastard, did not properly pay the price for his involvement in the affairs of Ebon Bar, pretending not to know?
He should have realized that something was wrong when the key turned futilely from the moment he locked and left for work.
Wondering if he forgot, he opened the door, and regret rushed over him immediately.
Cybe left, turning around and leaving the house, then, with all his might, he imagined what would happen if he ran to the police station.
They said that Ezra, who had been dethroned due to his alliance with the Tessia Empire, was now campaigning for a lottery movement by claiming to be a double spy for the empire.
He had dramatically collaborated with Princess Erwin, who appeared like a comet, and made a quite plausible appearance, only to be snatched away by Duke Blachnacht.
Apart from that, there were no apparent criminal activities, so he concluded that there was nothing good in uncovering one by one about Ezra and his relationship.
“Stop moving. Come in as you are. If you turn around, the bullet will fly. These days, the silencers sold by Blachnacht Industries are quite effective. Is Casar a smart guy?”
“…….”
Cybe sat across from Ezra, who was aiming the muzzle with a serious expression, unlike before.
“Did you come to give me the money even though you couldn’t get it?”
“Damn it. I should’ve done something to get the money.”
“I did everything you asked. The mission failed because that beggar. I almost died too.”
“Your problem is that your tongue is too damn long.”
Ezra muttered a curse, then pulled a small vial from his pocket and carefully placed it on the table.
“If you figure out what this is, I’ll give you the money you couldn’t get, plus interest.”
“What is it, medicine?”
“You have to find out. There’s only one left, so don’t use it in a dangerous place.”
“How am I supposed to figure it out with just one vial…”
In response to Cybe’s complaint, Ezra, showing an annoyed expression, made an insincere gesture in the darkness, and a man standing in the shadows suddenly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
“This is a report on the research that doctors did for me during this time. Read it because I’m giving it to you not to do the same thing.”
“What if I can’t find out?”
In response to Cybe’s question, Ezra pulled his upper body straight, then smiled with his characteristic nasty grin.
“Good question. Then I’ll anonymously send a letter to Casar that I’m trying to put in an anonymous tip. Saying that this guy is the one who killed your father.”
Ezra’s finger drew a circle in front of Cybe’s eyes.
A ruthless bastard. Someone needs to catch him.
“Give me a lot of money. I did the job as agreed last time, so don’t pretend you don’t know.”
After Ezra left, Cybe, who was muttering and spitting out unused curses, tried to lock the front door while mumbling, but he frowned at the men’s shoes blocking the gap under the door.
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
