“Ah… I see.”

Christina said with a cold smile.

“You’ve come to me very well.”

And she clacked her heels, walking over to the reception room chair.

“Please, have a seat.”

By now, even the heir felt that something was strange.

No matter how overwhelmed by the atmosphere…

She casually sits in the owner’s seat without even introducing herself and invites him to sit first? What’s going on?

However, the chilly yet friendly atmosphere around her made it somehow challenging for the heir to harbor legitimate suspicions.

Having belatedly regained his composure, the heir hesitated and asked,

“…. By the way, who is Lady…”

“Oh, me.”

She casually smiled in response.

“I’m someone Lady Christina trusts very much.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“More than anyone else in this mansion.”

Though it sounded significant, it wasn’t a satisfactory answer.

“….”

As the heir was about to ask her to properly reveal her name, Christina glanced at him as if assessing him and chuckled.

“Have a seat. Since you’re someone with sufficient speaking rights for the gratitude expression at the family level, isn’t it important for you? Because you’re from ‘Loomos Top.'”

“!”

He felt like she saw through his hidden intentions of trying to create a connection, even devising a scheme.

Momentarily bewildered, the heir raised his voice as if to justify himself.

“Oh, no! Of course, I value the relationship with Julius as a person from Loomos Top, but rather than that, I… I came here with a pure intention to help in this embarrassing situation I witnessed.”

He repeated the word ‘pure’ twice out of embarrassment.

Christina casually leaned back, resting against the back of the chair, crossing her legs.

“Well, of course. It’s a grateful thing for us Julius to have someone willing to help. How much you value it… we’ll see over time.”

Christina tilted her head and asked,

“But how did you recognize Lady Christina’s face? Lady Christina doesn’t casually reveal her face.”

The Loomos Top heir, frozen by the straightforward words, tensed momentarily.

‘I hope I’m not being suspected.’

He cleared his throat, trying to untangle himself.

“So, at the ceremony…”

“At the ceremony, it was too dark to recognize faces.”

“In the daytime, during the briefly opened and then suspended ceremony…”

“In the daytime, Loomos Top wasn’t with Julius.”

“….”

Christina looked bored, glancing down at her well-groomed fingernails.

“How many times do I have to ask?”

“….”

He wasn’t dealing with someone who would fall for clumsy lies.

Feeling cornered, the heir ultimately revealed part of the truth.
“In fact, coincidentally… I’ve seen Lady Christina with Sir Arthur before. Since I was already familiar with Sir Arthur’s face…”

As if making excuses, he added words praising Lady Christina.

“Sir Arthur and Lady Christina seemed to get along well, and indeed, whether as everyone says, she was very beautiful. It left a strong impression.”

She lifted one eyebrow with a mocking expression.

The Loomos Top heir hastily explained,

“That… it wasn’t my intention to lie with ill intent. I thought you two might feel uncomfortable since you seemed to quietly go out, avoiding people’s eyes…”

Knock, knock.

The heir’s words were cut off.

A voice from outside, presumably a butler, could be heard.

“Miss, I have an urgent matter to report regarding the instructions you gave.”

The heir’s eyes flickered.

‘Miss?’

Christina, with an indifferent gesture, glanced briefly at the heir and said,

“Come in.”

As permission was granted, the door opened.

The aging butler approached Christina with a perplexed attitude.

Then, looking around cautiously, he spoke.

“Miss, it’s inappropriate, but meeting guests like this without the permission of the master or mistress…”

“Enough. Is it something to report?”

The butler raised his hand, covering his mouth, and began whispering something inaudible to her.

“…”

While the door was open, another maid who came in together prepared tea with a polite and cautious attitude.

“…”

Miss of the Julius Mansion…

The dress she was wearing. Blonde…

An overwhelmingly gorgeous beauty.

Wait a minute.

The heir’s pupils began to shake.

The flustered servants.

The butler’s just spoken words.

Her casual attitude in dealing with subordinates.

The heir’s mouth gradually opened.

It can’t be… It can’t be true?

Then who is that woman?

If she can be with Sir Arthur, apart from Lady Christina…

‘Ugh…’

No way…

No way?

With Sir Arthur… the government?

After the butler finished reporting and left at Christina’s command.

The heir asked her with a feeling almost of kneeling in front of her.

“Lady.”

Her cold gaze returned to the heir.

The heir stammered.

“Perhaps, I made a big mistake… committed a great offense… Perhaps… Your Ladyship’s name…”

As the slow, obvious words felt frustrating, her beautiful eyes frowned slightly.

The heir closed his eyes firmly and asked,

“Could it be that you are Lady Christina?”

Exhale.

The Loomos heir shut his own mouth.

Insane, insane. What a crazy…!