Chapter 22

“I can’t stand low thoughts, Sir Baron.”

“Yes?”

“If you don’t think that I am not a thing and that money is what you can buy, how can you keep talking about money so constantly?”

There was no change in her expression, and there was no wavering in her voice. Kagen was now slowly putting the cookies on her plate, one by one.

“The duke is wealthy enough not to run a gambling house. When people buy people, they should come with a better cause. At least it’s better to overlay love than to brag about capital. That would be good.”

She lifted up her teacup proudly and gracefully and took a sip without making a sound. He had never been kicked out so quickly, but seeing Kagen slowly counting the cookies one by one, he was annoyed.

“Gambling is a trick that takes advantage of the ugliest desires of man, and I do not communicate with vulgar people who boast of their wealth.”

Baron Giate jumped to his feet with a face that he had been insulted, but the servant’s eyes, who was strangely putting the cookies on the plate, were creepy and he could not swear. From the black-eyed servant who is tall and has a good body, he was strangely overbearing.

He was also staring at Floris as if he were going to kill him if he touched her even a little. Baron Giate touched his mustache and cleared his throat, and without even saying goodbye, he turned around and disappeared with a smirk.

The sunlight shone through the green trees cast on the terrace, creating stains with shadows. Floris, who was left alone, sat calmly and took another sip of tea slowly as if in a painting. And she said coldly without even looking at Kagen, who was holding the cookie basket.

“After all, I didn’t know you were going to leave the escort and go to the kitchen.”

“You look busy, I just helped a little bit.”

Kagen responded with a surprisingly harmonious expression of an apologetic expression and a voice saying that he was not at all sorry.

Floris’ cool words continued. “I didn’t even know that the people under the duke’s were so ruthless.”

“How long will you endure your arrogance? Do you think so?” Floris put down the teacup and got up slowly. In her gorgeous blue dress, her posture was still upright. “There are many ears to hear and many eyes to see. Let’s talk on the mountain.”

She turned around and entered the peacock’s mansion without giving him a single glance. On the trail of Mt. Rinobe, where they always met, Kagen was waiting for his master, Mrs. Floris. Her cold eyes, the arrogant expression, and the posture without even an inch of disorder were all too familiar to him. He’d seen her every two days for three years, but he’d never seen her other than that. Oh, except when he can’t hide his look of admiration with his eyes every time he shows his improvement.

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