The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 117

“A hundred samples? So you’ve decided to get a whole year’s worth of business for free, huh? With a hundred diamonds, you could sell one to every noble lady in the capital’s high society, you fraud.”

“Y-Your Grace, the Grand Duchess?”

“So you do know I’m the Grand Duchess? And yet you dare spout such shameless nonsense right to my face?”

“W-Why, why, why are you acting like this?”

“Why am I acting like this? That’s what I’d like to ask you! Why are you treating me like this? Do you seriously call that a proposal? What do you even see me as? Go ahead—bring Nikola Graus here right now! Just because the Grand Duke and Duchess came in person, do we suddenly not look like the Grand Duke and Duchess? Are you even in your right mind?”

At the mention of tax inspector Nikola Graus, De Beers frantically shook his head from side to side. That name had long since become synonymous with dread among the northern trading consortiums.

“Y-Your Grace! Why is Her Grace so upset…!”

He turned toward the Grand Duke, thinking him the only one who might reason with his wife—but the Duke himself was just as absurd.

“Is it customary to use gems like this when proposing marriage?”

The Grand Duke, who moments ago had been gazing at his wife with adoring eyes, had vanished. Now he pretended not to notice his wife’s true colors and instead busied himself admiring the jewels displayed in De Beers’ room.

“I quite like this blue one.”

In fact, the Grand Duke even picked up a large, vivid blue sapphire from the display, glanced briefly toward his wife, and blushed.

‘Don’t you see your wife is practically strangling someone right now!’

Though their marriage was political, someone had once claimed the Grand Duke deeply loved his wife—a delicate, doll-like beauty.

That rumor was a mix of truth and falsehood.

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