My Sweet Deceiver - Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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“The engagement will be held next month, Princess.”
After watching the opera, Fabrice and Giselle were riding back in the same carriage.
The public’s opinion about Fabrice and Giselle’s engagement wasn’t too bad.
It was thanks to an interview Yvonne Dubois gave in a newspaper.
[‘I realized that I didn’t belong in the royal seat. I just hope I will rise to a higher position in the future.’]
The interview not only completely cleared up the scandal about Fabrice, but also raised public expectations for Giselle Lemac.
Giselle’s dress looked even more glamorous, as if she had recently realized her popularity.
Even though she didn’t look like her usual self, she was portrayed as a young girl who was sensitive to popularity.
Fabrice laughed at Giselle inwardly.
Giselle had just reached adulthood, and it had only been two years since.
She was a young girl, who knew nothing about the world.
“That’s right, Prince.”
Gisele’s proposed engagement agreement was eventually reached by both parties after many twists and turns.
Giselle looked at Fabrice with indifferent eyes.
“Please be careful before the engagement ceremony, Prince.”
“Right.”
“As long as the Prince doesn’t make any mistakes or accidents, they will crown you as the next King.”
Mistakes.
Accidents.
Fabrice twisted the corners of his lips. He knew that the accident Giselle was referring to was not an accident like a carriage accident.
She referred to the accidents he had committed.
“I know, Princess. I’ll be careful.”
Fabrice shook his head and answered.
“If you don’t, I’ll do what the contract states.”
“What?”
Fabrice could not remember what was in the 40-page contract.
“I’ll make sure you don’t have an accident.”
Fabrice laughed out loud at her answer.
“It sounds like you are going to lock me up, Princess.”
“I just hope that doesn’t happen.”
At Giselle’s answer, Fabrice finally burst into laughter.
“What?”
Fabrice shouted as Giselle’s words ignited his anger.
“Don’t talk bullsh*t! I am the Prince of Valloise, the one who will become the King!”
“You are still a Prince.”
At Giselle’s cold words, Fabrice stood up as if to grab her by her neck.
Fabrice raised his hand threateningly.
Giselle looked up at Fabrice. She wasn’t in the slightest fright.
Two pairs of eyes met in the dark carriage. Meanwhile, the carriage stopped.
“We have arrived at the mansion.”
They had arrived in front of Giselle’s mansion. Fabrice was still standing up and huffing.
Giselle opened her mouth and spoke boldly.
“Please escort me. Prince, you can’t break up your engagement again.”
Fabrice seriously thought about just twisting the woman’s neck right away. Giselle was silently waiting for Fabrice.
Fabrice brushed his hair roughly. His well-groomed hair was ruffled wildly.
If she got off the carriage without an escort, it would be the seed of rumours again.
A Prince who doesn’t even escort his fiance.
They would write an article that would chew him and his plans again.
It wasn’t long before the scandal was settled.
He didn’t want to think complicated. With his head hurting, Fabrice opened the carriage door and stepped out.
In front of the carriage, the butler of the Lemac mansion was waiting.
“Welcome, Your Highness.”
Fabrice turned a blind eye to the butler and raised his arm towards the carriage door.
Giselle stuck her head out from the dark carriage. She stopped between the open carriage doors and looked down at Fabrice.
An intense stare.
As she didn’t step out of the carriage soon, Fabrice looked up at her with an annoyed face. Only then did Giselle get off with her escort. It was so graceful that Giselle and Fabrice looked like a Queen and a knight on a street march.
“Hope you had a good trip, Miss Giselle.”
“Thank you, Prince.”
Giselle grabbed Fabrice’s arm and smiled as she thanked him. The blush and shy smile on her face looked like a young girl in love.
Fabrice saw the woman who had changed her face in an instant and decided to revise his assessment of her.
She was not an easy woman.
“It was great. Thanks to you, Prince.”
“Then I’ll go.”
Fabrice turned his back. As he jumped up and grabbed the carriage’s door handle, Giselle called him out.
“Prince, next time, I will invite you to our mansion. May you be at peace on your way.”
“Okay.”
Fabrice quickly pushed his body into the carriage and closed the door.
He left without looking back.
Giselle looked at Fabrice’s carriage until it became a small dot.
“She’s crazy.”
Fabrice untied his tie, which had been holding his neck tight. He had not yet reached the palace.
A harsh breath escaped his mouth.
It didn’t suit his temper to be treated like this.
He needed a place to unwind.
As soon as Fabrice arrived at the palace, he called Barbier Baron.
He needed a more powerful hallucinogen than last time.
It was because he could not feel it three times as much. After all, his body had already been soaked with drugs. However, Barbier, who arrived as soon as he called, spoke in a voice that was not confident, unlike the last time.
“Prince, it seems there’s a rumour that you had a party in the palace last time. How about having fun outside the palace?”
“Where outside the palace?”
“I have a small townhouse that I have set aside. I beg you to rest in peace with the women I have arranged for you.”
Saying so, Barbier bowed his head.
There was a saying that the walls of the palace have ears. Fabrice, who was just leaving, also seemed to be worried. Fabrice answered after much consideration.
“Yes, show me where it is.”
“Alright.”
Baron Barbier’s mansion was close to the slums.
The Baron said to Fabrice, who was looking around as he got out of the carriage.
“As you can see, it’s the perfect location. There are always new girls coming in from the back door.”
Baron Barbier said as if he could buy fresh milk, which he squeezed out every morning.
Fabrice felt uncomfortable when he saw Baron Barbier rubbing his hands and flattering him. However, he didn’t point it out because he felt good when he thought about what was to come.
Baron Barbier opened the mansion’s gate with a key, revealing a desolate garden.
“The garden has not been cleaned and decorated yet, but the inside is very neatly organized.”
And when he opened the front door, Fabrice saw the inside of the building adorned with all kinds of splendid things.
The walls were full of hunting trophies, tapestries, and paintings, and there was also a carpet from Enland, where you could relax your feet.
The excessively luxuriously decorated mansion seemed to have satisfied Fabrice’s heart, and he had a satisfactory smile around his mouth.
“You must have paid attention.”
“Oh, of course, Prince. And if you look at the bedroom…”
Baron Barbier guided Fabrice as he spoke. When he opened the door located at the end of the hallway, a dreamy bedroom appeared at a glance.
There was a large bed in the middle of the room. A curtain was hung over the four pillars of the bed, and the dark-red curtains were embroidered with golden thread, making it appear dazzling at first glance.
A small incense burner was placed on the bedside table, and a large gold-bronze incense burner was placed on the tea table next to the bed in the middle of the room. The incense burner was already burning, and it was emitting enchanting incense.
“I haven’t gotten the tools you were using yet.”
“Okay.”
“If you wash up first, I’ll let the women in.”
The Baron reached out his hand and opened a door, and four women were standing side by side.
It was the bathroom.
Inside was a bathtub with steam rising.
“They’ll take care of your bath, Prince.”
“Yes.”
Fabrice looked at the faces of the women slowly, and smiled contentedly.
After the introduction, the Baron bowed his head and greeted Fabrice.
“Have a comfortable night.”
“Well, thank you. Go out.”
Barbier hurried out through the back door.
As he made his way through the narrow alley connected by the back door, he arrived at the back of a building. The entrance was invisible as it was full of garbage and food. Still, he accustomed himself to digging through the pile of junk and found the door.
It was a small door.
As the Baron knocked, the door opened, and he entered the door.
The door the Baron entered was the kitchen of a certain business. The chefs were constantly cooking, and when he came in, no one cared about the Baron.
As he left the kitchen, music played in the dim light. And a scent that somehow lifted the mood.
He heard loud laughter and screams, but he didn’t care.
While the half-covered people walked to their rooms, holding glasses of wine, he could see people playing cards through the crack in the slightly open door.
The Baron went up the stairs to the second floor. Before he stepped upstairs and knocked on the door of a room, he brushed the dust off his shoulders and knocked.
The door opened from inside.
A familiar person was sitting under the bright light of a business atmosphere, quite different from the downstairs.
That person was the first to ask about the women’s well-being.
“Are they safe?”
“Of course, they have made a bath from the herbs, and there are many sleeping incense burning in the room, and he should be getting a good night’s sleep by now in the bathroom.”
“I am afraid that the Prince will harm them somehow.”
All the women, who were chosen to attend Fabrice today, were elite trained personnel.
She still looked worried, though she let those women go in as if they were slum women.
The Second Prince was an altogether unpredictable and elusive object. It would not be an exaggeration to worry about whether something would happen.
Danielle comforted her.
“Don’t worry. They’re all highly trained personnel, so they could beat him to death if they had to.”
“Well, he shouldn’t be dead yet. Can you give me the story for tomorrow?”
Then Danielle went out and came up with the manuscript.
The owner of the room accepted the draft and began to read it quietly.
“The Second Prince in Revelry? Isn’t this an ordinary title?”
“Would you like them to write the headlines in a stronger tone?”
Danielle took out a small notebook and began to take notes of her owner’s words.
“That’s right. There has to be a photo. It is important to take this opportunity to show a Prince who has lost his morals.”
“All right”
“I’m sure you’ve made enough room, Baron?
“Of course. It’s going to emphasize the extravagance and profligacy.”
“Okay.”
After looking at the article for a long time, the owner pretended to show Danielle that this was enough and handed over the draft again.
“Sure. Now go in and have him take a picture.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t forget to give it out when he hands it over to you.”
Tehez pointed to the pockets she had handed over to Danielle.
The pockets were full of silver.
(To be continued in the next episode)
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