Chapter 37 - Confrontation with a Noble

"I'm surprised! You did a decent job on the interviews, my lady. I think they liked you. Well, maybe not Harrison but he doesn't like anybody except himself," a scratchy voice from a man said as the press were walking away.

I looked behind me and saw an overweight old man clearly in a toupee with an attractive young woman by his side. She was pretty, but she kept bowing her head, as if she's trying so hard to disappear into the shadows.

Meanwhile, the man wore a general's uniform with dozens of medals pinned on it.

Judging by his arrogant stance and condescending tone, he did not earn those medals.

I smiled tightly.

"Ah, pardon my manners. I'm Duke Anton Fontaine of Michestershire. I thought you would have known me, but clearly you didn't take the time to memorize the faces of your soon-to-be family?" He tsked, but held his hand out to me and looked like I should be grateful to be in his presence.

I looked at his outstretched hand. I took it ever so slightly and shook it.

Then, I stre