Leaning on his eagle-headed cane, Francis received a response two minutes later.Caesar opened the door, and simultaneously, the scent of Alpha pheromones and the fragrance of lush roses filled the room. Francis was just a Beta, and in theory, he shouldn't be sensitive to the pheromones of Alphas or Omegas. Nevertheless, he instinctively took a step back as he saw Caesar.After a brief moment of surprise, Francis cheerfully greeted Caesar, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Caesar." He had no awareness that he was teasing with someone else's Omega.Caesar's military uniform was neatly worn, his belt strictly fastened, and his silver hair shone like moonlight.Francis gently asked, "Is Miss Lola here?"Caesar replied, "She's not here."Francis, surprised, said, "Really? But I saw her go in."Excellent.The lesson the little piglet had just received was well deserved.Francis asked, "Do you always treat her like this?"As he said this, he was very close to Caesar, "From the beginning, General Caesar
The people brought by Francis acted swiftly. when Arthur was making a call to the Prime Minister's residence, they silently surrounded the school, not allowing anyone to enter or leave, even the Asti tribespeople responsible for taking care of the plants were prohibited from leaving.The sudden attack was completely unexpected. When Caesar went downstairs, all the students, including Lola, were herded and surrounded. She stood helplessly in the crowd, looking like a lonely rabbit with its neck tucked in.She was the only one dressed in fancy clothes, an Asti tribesperson mixed in with the civilian students. Nearby, the third son of the Marshall family showed a gentle smile on his face, comforting tenderly with Lola.Francis's men had obviously received some inside information. Several soldiers forcefully and purposefully pulled a few students from the crowd. The captured students screamed, including Lola. She didn't resist, but stumbled a few steps when she was grabbed, almost falling
Caesar stood up and calmly asked Francis, "Can you let my Omega go now?"Francis had no power to stop Caesar's actions. He was immersed in shock, the carved eagle head at the bottom of his cane touching the floor. Before entering the Prime Minister's residence, these children's backgrounds had gone through DNA tests and detailed investigations, confirming that Lola was indeed the biological child of the rebel leader at that time.The members who confessed at that time also identified Lola and could even provide evidence of Lola's birth. However, the latest blood sample for genealogy showed that she was not an Asti tribesperson.These contradictory results left Francis baffled, feeling as if he had inadvertently overlooked something.Caesar finally reached out and, through his glove, grasped Lola's hand, "Let's go."Since hearing the results, this beautiful little waste had been like a computer with its CPU removed, ceasing to function, her mind empty, and her expression dull. When Cae
Lola's tearful red eyes and cold hands did not evoke Caesar's empathy. The heartless man who could not understand Lola picked her up from the rose bushes.Her feet were covered with wet, muddy soil, and there were traces of scratches from the roses on her calves. The marks were few and fortunately, they did not bleed, just faintly tinged with red.Like a fallen flower, the scent of jasmine on her had faded to the point where it was almost unnoticeable. After a night soaked in dew, Caesar brought the lonely, muddy, and rose-scented creature back to his bedroom.This was the first time in three months that Lola had entered his bedroom. Since the first night when she had come, Caesar had forbidden her from entering his room.Lola hugged Caesar's neck, and sat on his leg, shivering, and sneezing nonstop. The tip of her nose was red, it was unclear whether it was due to the cold wind or from crying for too long.Lowering her eyes, Lola silently stared at the layout of the room. Caesar's be
Lola, with tears in her eyes, wrote a billion on the check. Before she could finish drawing the last circle, a pair of large hands reached from behind, grabbing her hand and mercilessly pulling the check away, tearing it in half.Lady Salleri called out, "Caesar!"Lola's crying choked a little, and she softly said, "General~"Caesar politely nodded to his mother and then carried Lola away. Lola's stomach was just propped up by Caesar's shoulder. Her head was facing down, and a strong urge to vomit and dizziness came over her. However, it didn't affect her ability to communicate with Caesar in a soft voice: "I was just trying to tell Lady Salleri that my love for you cannot be erased by a mere check...""To show my sincerity, I was even prepared to write a high price on it and then tear it apart in a whoosh...""General, you smell so good today. What kind of aftershave did you use?"...No matter how much Lola chattered, Caesar didn't speak. She was mercilessly thrown back into her roo
After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Lola decided to accept this label quietly. She had been educated in traditional aristocratic ways and later attended military school, where she had received rigorous counter-surveillance training.It was challenging for Lola to discover more details from Caesar's clothes, as they were nearly spotless, except for the occasional barely noticeable stains.Caesar's clothes carried only his pheromone scent. Lola closed her eyes, covered her face with his shirt and trousers, and tried to find more information. For example, there was a tiny, almost indistinguishable trace of Mayflower pollen on Caesar's pants hem. The Mayflower, deep blue and cold-resistant with a long blooming period, had once won a horticultural society garden excellence award. Many aristocratic families liked to plant this flower in their homes... But it was June to August, and it was impossible for the flower to bloom at this time unless cultivated deliberately in a greenhouse.
Caesar inquired, "Have you, perchance, doused your mind with water whilst bathing?"Lola, with a pitiable expression, implored, "Please, release me. I understand your reluctance, as our liaison is terribly immoral; I fear you may not wish our tryst to be discovered—"Caesar, at the end of his patience, declared, "Utter another word, and you shall join them."Submissively, Lola raised the car window, shrinking within the vehicle and resting her face against the glass, peering at the scene through it. Her heart pounded rapidly as the car radio, still on, broadcasted the day's news. A promising candidate with a groundswell of support was speaking.George Lampard—approachable and humble, hailing from the slums, excelling academically, maintaining a modest and stable image throughout his political career while also exhibiting an extraordinary iron-fisted prowess in governance.The ideal Prime Ministerial candidate, and an exceedingly obedient puppet.Lola's fingertips grazed the glass edge
Lola said, "You really don't have a single romantic in your body, do you, my dear General Caesar?"Caesar: "No one would be romantic with a little piglet."Lola turned around and punched Caesar's chest three times, saying, "Shut up, shut up, shut up."Lola gently tiptoed, barely touching the ground, spinning leisurely a few times. She hummed a song, an ancient Asti lullaby for lulling children to sleep.Caesar listened quietly as she finished humming, then asked, "What do the lyrics mean?"Lola looked down and replied, "Sleep, my baby, don't be afraid, close your eyes. When the sun rises, we'll all be safe."The air in winter was thin as if the oxygen had been frozen. Caesar looked down at Lola; her hair was shining brilliantly in the sunlight, like flowing gold.Caesar smiled, saying, "You should know, you're not an Asti."Caesar's tone was firm and unhurried, "Forget those foolish things, Lola."Lola instinctively hugged her arms, her shoulders slightly shrugging as she sneezed."It