Ten Ways to Get Dumped by a Tyrant - Chapter 4

It was an ordinary outdoor dress with no other decorations.

“I’ll also wear jewelry, so it’s okay.”

Lucy frowned at my words, and Scarlett understood her confusion. It wasn’t like Scarlett to wear such a modest dress to an extravagant banquet.

In addition, the ducal couple would have stopped Scarlett if they knew what she was planning. After all, they valued their reputation as nobles.

“Yes, but…”

With a hesitant tone, Lucy tried to dissuade Scarlett.

“Isn’t His Majesty your fiance? Maybe you should wear a dress that shows some ankle… or…”

“Lucy. Are you worried about our family’s reputation? Don’t worry. I think I’ve already caused it to go as low as it can go.”

Of course, it wasn’t the fault of the current Scarlett.

In the story, Scarlett was abused at home by the duke and his wife, and she relieved her stress by acting poorly outside.

‘Before she loved the tyrant, Scarlett was definitely wild.’

The rumors weren’t good, and there was a reason why the original Cheryl was so skilled at putting Scarlett in her place; the ducal family’s prestige was already low.

“Well, true,” Lucy replied.

‘Did I do a good job of impersonating Scarlett?’

“Then, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Scarlett quickly snatched the shabby dress Lucy was holding.

“This is good.”

In fact, the pale pink dress was very pretty by Scarlett’s standards.

It wasn’t needlessly tight like other party dresses,

Since the waistline was high, there was no need to worry about Scarlett’s stomach slightly sticking out.

“…..I can’t breathe.”

‘Hehe.’

Scarlett attempted to make a Scarlett-like, provocative expression and put the dress on.

 ‘Ah, it’s pretty.’

The corners of Scarlett’s mouth threatened to curve up, but she managed to stop it.

‘Aren’t you tired of wearing pretty dresses?’

Scarlett had a miraculous beauty that could pull off any type of clothing.

‘It’s a shame it’ll be covered in wine in a few hours. Anyway! Pretty clothes are amazing!’

“Okay, Miss.”

‘Did Lucy just click her tongue? Or was I imagining things?’

***

Scarlett headed to the first floor with Lucy, who had a resigned expression.

Every servant Scarlett encountered paused in their tracks.

‘Those are satisfactory reactions.’

Now, no matter how many ornaments Scarlett added, she was still comparatively shabby, and even the shoes she chose were low-heeled.

‘It’s still pretty, though.’

Scarlett had bright blonde hair and ruby red eyes—the haughty features of a cat.

Her height was average, but she had a good body, so even modest clothes suited her.

Scarlett doubted the peach-colored dress was worthy of her looks. She was too beautiful for it.

“Everyone knows I’m pretty, anyway.”

“……Yes?”

“Lucy, aren’t you proud, too? I’m worth decorating.”

Lucy sighed again at Scarlett’s playful antics.

Scarlett laughed. She hummed as she headed downstairs.

The eyes of Duke Armand and the Duchess, who were waiting for Scarlett, flashed as if they would pierce her.

Izar, her half-brother, looked at her with his mouth slightly agape.

Izar Armand. He was Scarlett’s half-brother.

When they were young, they fought fiercely, but their relationship became awkward over the years. Of course, whenever they met, they clashed with each other.

But of course, whenever they meet, they would clash with each other.

“Shut your mouth before a fly goes in.”

“…”

For some reason, Izar seemed to be listening obediently to Scarlett.

Ignoring his seemingly ridiculous glance, Scarlett climbed into the carriage.

The cushion was comfortable as to be expected from a wealthy family.

Along the way, the gazes of the three people lingered on Scarlett.

Of course, she shot them back a sour glare.

‘Why? What? What do you want?’

She didn’t put up with it because she was scared.

‘I was trying to avoid getting dirty.’

Of course, she did everything she could to talk back.

The past month and a week had been hell.

Scarlett stared coldly at the duke and his wife, who she couldn’t see well.

‘Huh.’

When Scarlett first entered this body, she explored every corner of the mansion, so naturally, she had run into Scarlett’s parents a few times. And every time, they’d greet her with a warning or a harsh remark.

‘The Duchess treated her daughter like trash and even tried to kill her in the novel…’