In the heart of Lindbrum, Central Square.
This area, a well-maintained and bustling commercial district, was a hub for high-end shops frequented by nobility.
Edward parked his car at a suitable spot and got out.
The vicinity had more moving cars than pedestrians. Among them, a woman with a flamboyant parasol and a puffed-up skirt caught his attention as she waved her hand.
“To be walking outside in such an outfit, quite impressive.”
Edward, almost in admiration, strode over with his characteristic walk.
As he approached, the woman stepped forward to greet him.
“It’s my first time meeting a gentleman who makes a lady wait.”
Her name was Emily Ernest.
She was the younger daughter of the Ernest family, in-laws of Guildford Theodore.
“Ah, I didn’t expect today’s schedule to be set so suddenly.”
“Well, the appointment was a bit early. I couldn’t help but be excited when I heard about it.”
She smiled like a blooming flower and said,
“Fortunately, you seem in a good mood today.”
“Today?”
“When we met before, you seemed quite stern.”
At her words, Edward thought back, ‘Where did I encounter this woman before?’
He remembered briefly greeting her at some party. It was definitely a time when Guildford introduced them, so he was certain about that.
However, as she was not someone he paid much attention to, he couldn’t recall when exactly that was.
Eventually, he gave up trying to remember and said,
“Did I behave rudely to you? If so, I apologize.”
“Oh, no, not at all. You’ve never done anything to me.”
She covered her mouth with her fan and continued,
“I was just a bit worried because I heard there was some issue with Mrs. Allen. Rumors about Mrs. Allen’s behavior…”
Upon hearing that, Edward started to recall something.
It must have been after a heated argument with Louisa. He had asked about the dirt on her clothes, and she mentioned it was from volunteer work.
Upset about it, he had scolded her, and Louisa had retorted. Feeling aggrieved, he had fled to a party.
But there, to his annoyance, people were gossiping about Louisa’s labor, making it the talk of the town.
He remembered snapping at those people at the party, and it seemed that was the incident Emily was referring to.
“Ah, I think I know what you’re talking about. The fools I was rude to that day deserved it.”
Edward nodded in agreement, thinking those people had no right to speak about Louisa.
Observing his expression, Emily closed her fan. She adjusted her parasol and stood beside him, saying,
“I trust you’ll show me the behavior of a true gentleman. Let’s leave this dreary topic behind and go choose the gift you’re looking for, shall we?”
Meetings at the Valiant Palace were typically unbearably tedious.
The meetings at Valiant Palace were typically monotonous, with the same people making similar comments, and the only novelty was the creativity of their sarcastic remarks. So, when an unusual figure like Ralph Valeria of the Valeria family, who held a grudge against Edward Allen, appeared, it often meant trouble.
“Don’t be deceived! Just yesterday, I was consoling my son over his heartache,” declared Ralph Valeria, known as Congressman Valeria, indignantly.
“However well-worded their speeches are, one should never heed the words of those bearing the name of Allen,” he continued, ready to oppose anything Louisa Allen might propose. Louisa responded coolly to his rude remarks.
“Your comments are excessive, Congressman. Whatever grievances you hold against my husband, they have no relevance in this forum.”
“That’s relevant! The absurdity of what you’re saying is why I speak,” Valeria retorted.
“Please, Congressman, I don’t deserve such disrespect,” Louisa replied, frustrated by the continued targeting.
Congressman Valeria had been badmouthing the Allen family ever since a contract between Allen and Valeria companies was terminated. He was known for indulging in gossip, and with this incident, he wasn’t going to let them off the hook easily.
As the argument between the two escalated, other nobles began to murmur.
Chairman Bradford, unable to bear the commotion, banged the table and shouted, “Enough, enough!” As the noise subsided, he addressed the assembly.
“Please stop. Congressman Valeria, speak only after being granted the floor. Refrain from rude remarks. The same goes for you, Congressman Allen.”
Valeria, about to say more, looked around and reluctantly sat down, perhaps feeling he had achieved his goal.
Louisa suppressed an emerging sigh. Chairman Bradford, seeing the meeting’s disorder, announced a break.
“We will adjourn temporarily. The meeting will resume in 30 minutes.”
Following his announcement, people began leaving the hall in groups.
Of course, amongst them, Ralph Valeria’s voice stood out as he boasted, “If I see that man again, I’ll present whatever I’m holding right to his face.”
His declaration elicited laughter from the men around him.
“Haha, can we expect some entertainment at the upcoming party?” they joked.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
