“Wensley!” Miranda's face deliberately darkened. “I'll tell Mrs. Fitzroy what you just said!”Wensley quickly grabbed her arm, his face a picture of pleading. “Oh, Miranda, don’t be like that! I was just joking. If you tell Mother, she’ll scold me again. You wouldn’t want that, would you? Please stay and chat with me. Once the room is full, we won’t have a chance to talk!”He put on a distressed expression, clutching his hands together and gazing at Miranda with pleading eyes. “Please, Miranda, you’re the best!”Miranda smiled and nodded. “Alright, alright.”They chatted as they made their way into the hall.In one corner of the hall, a group of elegantly dressed young women gathered around a large painting displayed on the wall. The conversation was lively, filled with various opinions and guesses.“This painting is truly remarkable! It must be very valuable!”“Indeed, it shows extraordinary skill! No wonder it’s a Fitzroy family collection.”“But which artist created it?”Amid the h
Prince Zachary arrived in a jade-white robe with a round collar, adorned with intricate embroidery around the neckline. The sleeves were decorated with intertwined blue orchids pattern, and a sky-blue beaded belt cinched his waist, embroidered with golden threads and silver lines that shimmered under the sunlight. His appearance was elegant and refined, carrying an air of royal grace, and he smiled appreciatively at Miranda.It was Prince Zachary.Standing beside him was Quintina, dressed in a light beige and aquamarine silk gown. Her understated outfit made her already beautiful features appear even more refined, her eyes sparkling like stars, and the arrogance she usually exuded seemed to have diminished considerably.Prince Zachary and Quintina—how could they be here? Miranda was confused."Brother, Cousin Quintina, you both came too?" A girl who had been standing to the side turned her gaze to them and said with a charming smile, "Brother, come and see whose painting this really i
Zachary, the Queen's eldest son, is a figure of such esteemed status that, coupled with his handsome appearance and refined demeanor, he is the object of desire for countless noble young women. Today, seeing his admiration for Miranda and his seemingly familiar demeanor, it's no wonder that many people are seething with envy, their expressions subtly shifting.Among them, a beautiful young lady dressed in a blue floral gown was particularly irate. She shot a disapproving glance at Selena."What on earth made you invite Miranda to evaluate the painting? Princess Gina had already spoken highly of your discerning eye. Why cause unnecessary trouble?" Whitney, who was Sophie’s brother’s daughter, leaned in close to Selena and whispered. "I went through so much trouble to find out that Princess Gina would be attending the Fitzroy family’s banquet today and brought you here to give you a chance to shine. Now you've ruined it all! All the attention has shifted to your sister. What are we goin
As everyone turned towards the sound, an astonishing scene unfolded before their eyes, like a dream brought to life.By the intricately carved moon gate, Duke Reginald stood with his arms crossed, casually leaning against the doorframe, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched the crowd. He held a glass of red wine in one hand. Dressed entirely in black, with subtle dark red embroidery along the hem and cuffs, he exuded an aura of mystery and authority. Almost as if orchestrating his entrance, a sudden gust of wind swept through, carrying with it a flurry of blossoms from the trees outside. The petals whirled around him as his clothes billowed dramatically in the wind, creating a scene that was both captivating and haunting.Amidst the swirling petals, a smile suddenly graced his breathtakingly handsome face.There was a beauty about him—deeply alluring and dangerously seductive—that, combined with his piercing eyes, drew one in irresistibly, compelling them to surrender, even
Everyone present knew that Duke Reginald possessed exceptional martial skills. With his prowess, it seemed impossible for him to have lost his balance and spilled the wine so easily. It was clear that he had deliberately damaged the painting to provoke His Highness Zachary, given Zachary's fondness for it! Zachary's anger flared up, but he kept his composure, glaring coldly at Duke Reginald as he said slowly, “This painting is a Fitzroy family treasure and a cherished work of Miss Miranda. To destroy it so casually, don’t you think it’s rather excessive, Duke Reginald?”“Is that so?” Duke Reginald shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze shifting slightly. “Miss Wensley, I’ll send a Joshua Van painting to your estate another day as an apology.”The crowd gasped. Joshua Van’s works were among the highest-valued paintings on the market. Trading a Samuel Hawthorne painting for a Joshua Van piece was an incredibly advantageous deal!Miss Wensley was stunned and could only nod in a daze.Duke Regin
Zachary clenched his fists tightly, his chest swelling with anger. Gina, standing nearby, grew concerned, fearing he might lose control. She gently tugged at his sleeve. This small gesture helped Zachary regain a bit of composure. If he lost his temper over something so trivial, the carefully crafted reputation of being refined and kind-hearted would be ruined. Forcing a smile, he said, “Lord Reginald, you must be joking. It’s just a painting. As long as Miss Miranda doesn’t mind, why should I?”Duke Reginald clapped his hands, feigning relief. “That’s good to hear. I knew it—Miranda, you won’t mind, will you?”Miranda had no choice but to nod obediently.Reginald’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at her, thinking to himself. How sweet and compliant she pretends to be! Just like last time at the palace, acting as docile as that Persian cat Lady Liudmila keeps—soft and fluffy on the outside, but claws bared in secret. Not only did she bite me, but she also had the audacity to sto
Not long after walking, they came upon the entrance to a courtyard. Inside, the garden was filled with stone benches and a stone table, and the sound of water trickling from a pond filled the peaceful and secluded atmosphere.Duke Reginald, satisfied with the quiet setting, chose a spot by the pond and sat at the stone table. Looking at the obedient and quiet Miranda standing beside him, his mood lifted. He pointed to the seat across from him and smiled, “Sit down.”“I dare not,” Miranda only wanted to finish this quickly. “If you have something to say, My Lord, please do so.”Duke Reginald narrowed his eyes slightly. “I said, sit.”Sensing a hint of danger in the air, as though he was on the verge of losing his temper, Miranda didn’t dare disobey anymore. She quietly did as she was told and sat down.Seeing her comply, the duke’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. He leaned forward lazily, resting his arms and head on the stone table. Listening to the sound of the water, inhaling th
As expected, after Miranda had been left waiting under the sun for another half hour before being dismissed, she was immediately confronted by an indignant Quintina and June, who had come to demand an explanation.June, who had been absent for a while, now appeared beside Quintina, her face concealed by a purple veil, presumably to cover the handprint on her cheek. With a cold sneer, she remarked, "Cousin, there's no need to ask further. This Miranda, dumped and still wandering around, is clearly looking to land herself a wealthy husband. The Duke of Reginald has high standards, so he may not fancy her, but if she has the chance to spend time with him, you can bet she's already trying to seduce him.""Such confidence—perhaps speaking from experience?"Was that how June had ensnared Andrew? But her focus now needed to be on handling Quintina. Since the moment Duke Reginald had voiced his intentions, Miranda had been formulating a plan, and now it was ready. Feigning an innocent, childli
"Your Majesty… what did you say?"In the palace hall, the queen stared in disbelief at the Queen Dowager, who was reclining gracefully on her chaise. Suspicion and shock filled her voice."At a time like this, you wish to arrange a marriage for Sheffield?"Right now, Sheffield and William’s reputations had hit rock bottom. Nearly the entire capital was condemning them—saying William was shameless and despicable, not only backing out of a marriage alliance with the Croyso family but trying to tarnish Miss Croyso’s name in the process. And Sheffield? They called him weak, spineless, and willing to sell out his own future bride for favor.At such a time, everyone was doing their best to avoid association with the Sheffield family—so why would the Queen Dowager choose to draw near, let alone offer a royal marriage?Worse, the broken engagement meant Miranda was now free from her previous betrothal. Without in-laws to tie her down, it was all too likely that the Queen Dowager would find a
Hearing Fulton’s flustered words and watching his unsteady figure stumble away, Earl Croyso let out a barely perceptible sigh. From how the boy first arrived, Fulton had seemed like a good child—soft-spoken, perhaps a bit timid, but upright in character.What a pity...Fulton’s presence had clearly stirred up the lingering shadows of the broken engagement. Earl Croyso had originally intended to comfort Miranda, but somehow, as the conversation went on, it ended with Miranda comforting him instead—leaving him amused.By the time Miranda returned to her chambers, night had fully fallen.She had assumed Reginald would have left long ago. So when she stepped into her inner room and saw that dark red figure bouncing around inside, she was startled and blurted out, “You're still here?”Reginald had hung his coat on the nearby rack and was now playing with one of Miranda’s embroidery needles. He had threaded it with string and was using it like a throwing dart, aiming it with precision at a
Miranda entered the drawing room and, as expected, saw Fulton’s figure. Beside him sat the Earl of Croyso.It had only been a few days, but the once gentle and refined Fulton looked like a different person—thinner, with a haggard expression. The moment he saw Miranda walk in, his eyes lit up, and he rushed toward her. Yet, as if suddenly remembering something, the light in his face gradually faded, and his eyes dimmed.“Miranda—”“You should call me Miss Miranda, Mr. Fulton,” Miranda said quietly, her head slightly bowed, her voice calm.Fulton had a thousand things he wanted to say, but they were all shattered by those formal words: “Mr. Fulton” and “Miss Miranda.”It hadn’t always been this way. Before, she would call him “Fulton” in that soft, sweet voice. Every time he saw her petite figure, he would feel an urge to protect her. When he learned that his father intended for him to be engaged to Miranda, and that she would become his wife, he had truly been overjoyed. For someone of
Miranda, for her part, felt quite confident about this.Seeing the assurance on her face, Reginald nodded and said with a smile, “Alright then, let’s do it this way. I’ll go talk to Brandon about it.” Then, propping his head on one hand, he gave Miranda a strange look and added, “You know, Miranda, I’m starting to think you’re even more ruthless than I am. I only wanted to take down Broad Loft, but you—you’re going for something much bigger. You want to rope Brandon in too and make sure Zachary falls flat on his face.”“Well, this plan only benefits you, doesn’t it, Lord Reginald?” Miranda replied calmly.These past few days, the Blackwell family had turned her life upside down. But because of Croyso, she couldn’t confront them head-on. Now that she had a chance to deal a serious blow to Prince Zachary and the Blackwells without dragging Croyso into it, she wasn’t going to hold back.Just then, Molly’s voice called out, “My lady, Young Master Fulton has come to see you. Lord Croyso wa
“A partner?” Reginald caught the implication in Miranda’s words, thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Circle Trading?”“You know about that?” Miranda was taken aback.Reginald let out a cold snort. “The young master of Circle Trading fell in love with Jovanna’s miss at first sight and has been showering her with favors. Not only did he admit to the counterfeit goods incident, but he even offered to supply her inventory at cost from now on—didn’t even want to charge for shipping. With a relationship like that, it’d be a shame not to make good use of it.”Miranda instantly looked a bit uneasy.She had only come up with that idea on the spur of the moment to confuse the mole inside Jovanna’s shop, which was why she had asked Brandon to play along. But the whole situation was still rather awkward, so she’d kept the matter confined to just those within Circle Trading and Jovanna’s team. How on earth had Reginald heard about it? Miranda brooded in silence.“Circle Trading may be a kn
“Good idea!” Miranda beamed with delight and began calculating. “This way, Jovanna will no longer have any connection to the Croyso family, and you’ve never gotten along with Prince Zachary to begin with—this is the perfect opportunity to strike him. Even if you do nothing else but stubbornly hold on to Jovanna’s shop and continue selling silk threads and ready-to-wear garments, it’ll be enough to disgust Prince Zachary and the Blackwell family! But if we simply take down Broad Loft this easily, it feels like letting them off too lightly. Why not take our time and make them suffer a huge silent loss?”Reginald was stunned. His eyes fixed on Miranda, burning with curiosity. “What do you mean?”“Lord Reginald, you may not know this, but Prince Zachary didn’t open Broad Loft just to run a profitable little shop,” Miranda explained, outlining Zachary’s plan to monopolize the silk and clothes trade. “So as long as you buy out Jovanna’s shop, you’re guaranteed to profit!”Reginald had only
The people who had been caught swapping in fake goods were still being held at the Croyso estate. Miranda did want to teach Broad Loft a harsh lesson—ideally, to bring them down completely. However, her father had already smashed up the estatefront of the William family and they argued in front of the king, who had then come down hard on William. In such a sensitive moment, it was not wise to make any further rash moves.Especially considering that Broad Loft was backed by the Blackwell family. Prince Zachary had grand ambitions—he wanted to monopolize the entire silk and garment trade in the capital. Jovanna was already a thorn in his side. If they forced Broad Loft to collapse entirely, it would surely enrage Prince Zachary beyond measure.And frankly, angering Zachary over a single shop just wasn’t worth it.So once the full situation came to light, both her father and aunt agreed—there was no point in provoking Zachary further. Better to tolerate it if possible. Besides, her aunt’
“So what?” Miranda asked, then suddenly realized something. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Don’t tell me—those two times, you were trying to steal my seven-colored glass bead?” Her expression was a mix of shock, anger, and amusement—unsure whether to be furious or laugh.“Steal? What do you mean, steal? That bead should’ve been mine to begin with!” Reginald said indignantly. “I later asked around and heard you barely know anything about chess! I just don’t get it—how did you beat Brandon?”That question had bothered him for a long time.When he first heard the news, he’d nearly died of frustration.He’d been searching for the seven-colored glass bead for ages. Finally, he’d caught wind that the chess club was using one as a prize. So he disguised himself and entered the tournament. He’d already won three matches in a row and was about to get it… but out of nowhere, Miranda had swooped in and won it first.What stung the most was learning that this person who’d won the prize supposedl
Reginald didn’t suspect himself at all. He thought it had something to do with the Sheffield estate or William, and his expression changed instantly, becoming cold as ice. “Something like that happened? Someone actually dared to kidnap you and nearly ruined your reputation? That kind of scum must not be spared—a thousand deaths wouldn’t be enough to atone! Who is it?”Someone dared treat his little kitten that way? They must have a death wish!“Lord Reginald, it’s not convenient for me to tell my father about this. I wonder if you could help me teach that scum a lesson?” Miranda smiled sweetly, her beauty blooming like a flower—but when she mentioned that “scum,” she couldn’t help grinding her teeth.Reginald responded without hesitation. “Of course—I’ll kill him for you!”“How noble of you, Lord Reginald.” Miranda offered a flattering smile—then her expression suddenly turned cold, her face icy and emotionless. “In that case, Reginald, you scum, go ahead and kill yourself to pay for