Arai's subordinate, Sir Phillip, walked away after bowing solemnly. The tall, black-haired, and dark-skinned man immediately carried out the order.
After finishing preparing, Arai went to her favorite boutique to wait for Harriet. The sun was already high on the horizon as she was warmly greeted by the designers and waiters, and she was immediately seated in a special waiting room. She didn't have to wait long, and Harriet arrived in a horse-drawn carriage, along with a few guards.
But when she saw Harriet appear, Arai was silent for a moment. A friend she hadn't seen in a long time looked even more charming.
"Harri!"
Arai jumped into Harriet's arms as she entered the boutique. She was taller than Harriet, so Harriet could bury her face into Arai's plump breasts.
While thinking that, he tried to reach for the glass of water on the side table. Since he was quite far away, he had to turn the wheel of his chair a little, but his hands felt weak. As his hands trembled, and his head felt dizzy, he accidentally nudged the glass with one hand outstretched forward. PRANG! Sir Russell rushed into the room and saw Liam's leg injured by broken glass. The man in the wheelchair looked up and smiled blandly at Sir Russell. "Don't worry, I'm fine," he said, pulling the shards of glass from the skin of his calves that was covered with his trousers and throwing them away. Sir Russel pulled out Liam's wheelchair away then called for the maid to
At the sound of continuous coughing, Arai stopped, while Harriet quickened her pace. Arai saw from the edge of the screen behind the double doors, a man sitting in a wheelchair. The man was so pale with long blond hair that framed his face, coughing so much that his body bowed down. On the floor, broken glass shards were spreading widely, and the maids were busy cleaning them up. However, what made Arai horrified was the way Harriet didn't care about anything around her and immediately knelt on the side of the man's wheelchair, She swiftly tried to help him wipe the blood that was spewing out of the man's mouth. Arai saw Harriet's tense expression. "Milord, are you all right? Are you hurt?" Harriet's voice sounded frantic, suppressed by her default calm attitude. The frail man turned to see Harriet kneeling on the floor. His eyes were shocked at Harriet's sudden appearance, and his worry was clear. "Stand up, Madam, the floor is
Harriet wore her white snake masquerade mask which only had one eye socket. Her long eyelashes framed her shaded eyes which were decently disguised because she was wearing the mask. After the horse carriage stopped in front of a luxurious building in the center of the capital, Harriet opened the door and got off. The doorman who recognized her mask allowed her to enter with a greeting, "Long time no see, Madam." Harriet just smiled and nodded. She stepped into the building, and a receptionist bowed to her. Without saying anything, she had already entered another room, while several other women wearing their masquerade masks were still being held by the receptionist for data collection. "Who is she, being able to enter at will without paying?" asked one of the two women standing at the reception desk.
"Theo," whispered Penelope as they sat back down together at the main tearoom table. "I really don't know a man named Theo, even though I know a lot of people," muttered Penelope, an avid gossiper. Harriet furrowed her brows. "I don't know someone named Theo…" then she stopped talking. "Ah, I think I know someone named Theo." Harriet's words again made everyone in the room glance at her. Meanwhile, Penelope herself almost jumped at her and shouted cheerfully. "You're really having an affair?!" Too enthusiastically, she broke the anonymity rule of this place and made Harriet flick her fingers against her temples. "Ouch!" "I think I know what's going on now," Harri
SLAP! Ezekiel fell silent after he received a hard slap on the cheek, one so hard that his mask fell off. Harriet pushed him away and glared at him as if she were looking at a lowly man. She then walked away with quick and firm steps. No, no. This did not make Ezekiel angry. The man smiled with interest instead. Harriet's exploding rage made him… even more aroused by the woman. The woman who never showed the slightest bit of true emotion took off her perfect mask completely. Ezekiel was thirsty. What would the woman's angry expression look like if he forced her and touched her without her permission? On the bed, naked, the Harriet with nothing to hide. The real Harriet he wanted who could do nothing to hide.
Harriet sat across from the Emperor who was already in his pyjamas and getting ready for bed. They sat opposite each other on the sofa in the man's room. Harriet's expression had never been so serious before, and neither was the Emperor's. But while Harriet was still leaning calmly on the arm of the sofa, the Emperor sat up straight, his hands clenched in anger. He had heard Harriet's story in detail about what she had experienced and what Ezekiel had said and done to her. "You are right. He doesn't deserve the throne, no matter what," the man said. But then Axias chuckled in an ironic tone. "You really are brave, huh? How can you invite me to conspire against my own son?" "Since I know you as you, this is the first thing I do, Your Majesty," said Harriet. Axias marv
After hearing the man behind the thin screen laughing jovially at the evidence he presented, Ezekiel felt his goosebumps and fears increase. Crazy man! What man could laugh out loud at his wife's infidelity? Was he not only old, dying and had a very bad character, but was he also insane? Maybe because he was a dying old monster, it made him have a bad temper and crippling madness. Ezekiel felt a chill run down his spine. But if this was the type of man Harriet married, Ezekiel felt a little relieved. Harriet must have hated him so much and she couldn't wait to leave him. With a little push, maybe they could split up, and even if they didn't, Ezekiel could still win in Harriet's eyes when compared to this man. "The secret lover and the man my wife really loves, huh?"
"What?!" Arai furrowed her brows in confusion as she digested what she had heard from Phillip in her head for a while. "That's right, M'lady. Madam and Young Lord Almandine went to the anonymous club together," said Sir Phillip. "Aah, so she's determined to throw in some oil to the fire, huh…" muttered Arai, who then burst out laughing. After she finished laughing, Arai stood up and took her mask box. She opened it and put her mask on. "Come on, Philip! We must not be left behind," Arai tied her tiger-striped mask. Meanwhile, on the anonymous club party floor filled with nobles, the rich and other influential people wearing masks stopped what they were doing when