'What's with him all of a sudden?' Chiara asked in her mind while racking his brain for possible answers. Even her back was full of cold sweats. She looked at the man sitting opposite of her with legs crossed, leaning his back effortlessly while his cheek rested on his fist. 'Aahh, why does this puppy look like a mad dog? Oh no, oh no! Wait, shouldn't I act angry because of our last conversation? When he said he will reconsider the marriage!' She calmed herself and nodded her head. But before she could utter a word, her thoughts turned into a mess again. 'But what should I get angry about? Aren't I the one who suggested it? And even if he gets married, it has nothing to do with me. I-I ... suppose ...' "Please enjoy some tea." Shiela purposefully interrupted the heavy atmosphere. "I've prepared a chamomile tea for the Lady and mint tea for His Majesty. Both of these are for calming the body and mind

"Then I shall leave you here. Marquis Clermont will be coming with Creyson, so behave yourself and make your presence as little as possible."The Duke whispered. "I understand." Chiara answered with bitterness. 'What a bunch of trash. When Creyson proposed to me, they were all against it. They even purposely treated the Marquis with indifference just to tell them how unimportant I was in this family. Now, they will greet the guests themselves and what, they want me to make my presence as little as possible? Hah. Ridiculous.' She sat at an empty seat near the white roses and poured herself some a cup of tea, not giving a damn to the people around her. 'Serves you right. Don't you dare forget who is the real master of this house.' Clareen smirked and began exchanging compliments with the noble ladies surrounding her. How big of a difference. Clareen was like a flower surrounded by a bunch of butterflies

"We've stopped the interrogation since they're barely breathing. Both of them didn't admit who was behind that incident, Your Majesty." Zandro reported. He just came back from the underground prison of the palace. Carzus expected this much since those servants have families of their own. The Duke must've already done protective measures right before they hired those servants. "Let them starve to death." He said coldly as he touched the mask on his face. "If Francia wasn't there, It wouldn't be possible for Lady Florentine to get out unscathed." A loud thud resounded on his office table when he slammed his fist on it. He really wanted to eliminate those people who tried to harm Chiara, but he needs evidence and witnesses though he also believes that it wouldn't be the last one. Maybe at this time the Duke was already planning something against the Lady. 'Why do they hate Chiara so much?' Carzus asked