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
Harriet sat alone without anyone daring to approach her. She remained calm. There really weren't many people willing to approach her after last year's events. Liam returned to her side, carrying two glasses of Bloody Mary mocktail. Harriet furrowed her brows. She'd never liked a Bloody Mary before, but Liam didn't really know her alcohol preference. So, she accepted it. However, everyone who knew her well, including the bartender who made the drinks looked at the two curiously. Everyone knew Harriet didn't like the taste of strong, savoury drinks, especially Bloody Marys. Harriet sipped her Bloody Mary in the midst of everyone's gazes. "Mm," Harriet was surprised. Liam smiled at his wife showing an astonished look behind
Arai swung her sword back in a low movement, and Liam did the same again. CLANG! "Ugh!" Arai's arm got pushed back. Instead of just blocking her attack, this time, Liam added pressure to the impact of the tip of his sword so there was more thrust from the collide. Arai furrowed her brows. That was not all that made Liam's attacks so amazing. But also because… CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Arai panicked, she blocked Liam's barrage of attacks with her sword. "You…" Arai couldn't contain her admiration and fear. Every time Liam's sword tip hits her blade, Arai could feel that the man was aiming for the same point on the blade. Arai fu
"So, how exactly did you two meet?" Liam asked Arai, who was sipping her third glass of wine. "Huh? You mean me and Serpent?" asked Arai. Penelope chuckled, knowing that this was going to be a long and exciting story, and immediately poured wine into her glass. She didn't even care anymore if Arai broke the rules about not being able to reveal anyone's identity in this building. "I and Serpent met… aah, almost ten years ago?" Arai was not sure. So they had been friends since they were teenagers? Liam glanced at Harriet who was quietly sipping her Bloody Mary. "Serpent beat me in the Jousting Tournament and came first," continued Arai. "Joust–" Liam was so surprised he turned