Shut Up, Young Lady, Obediently Hand Over The Money And Don't Confess! Chapter 300 : Things Kick Off Without a Word

Viloti is very cute.

Even after I said the words "I lied to you," she only tilted her head slightly, a whimper like a small animal coming from her throat.

Felyn felt that the relationship between him and Viloti had been full of twists and turns.

From Viloti ignoring him at the very beginning, to her becoming unaccustod to his absence after he left.

After the contract ended, he had also avoided Viloti in accordance with the service procedure rules, but Viloti had approached him step by step.

Thinking back now, Felyn realized that his current ambiguous relationship with Viloti perhaps started from that one night.

On that night of pouring rain, Viloti, Adeline, and Silafiel ca to his room one after another. Then, the three beautiful girls hid in the wardrobe together, and finally, Viloti kissed him.

Even though Viloti had kissed him, he could still have maintained his distance from her. But who would have thought that Viloti wouldn't leave imdiately that night, but instead stood in the rain to deliver study materials to him.

And Adeline was also in the room at that ti. Felyn didn't know what kind of mood Viloti was in as she stood in the rain for at least two hours.

Felyn admitted that he had softened that night and did sothing that did not comply with the contract service regulations.

But he didn't regret what happened that night. If ti went back, he would still let Viloti in.

The thing that troubled Felyn was that after that night, he and Viloti entered into an ambiguous relationship.

He could use the excuse of being soft-hearted to explain his actions that night, but all his subsequent interactions with Viloti couldn't be explained away by being soft-hearted.

It was he who had not adhered to the bottom line of the contract and continued to maintain contact with a forr client.

If he looked at his actions from an absolutely rational perspective, Felyn felt that he was too lonely, and deep down, he did not reject Viloti's approach.

Viloti was a very cute girl. Her feet were pretty and soft, and she slled fragrant. She appeared cold on the surface, but in reality, she was just a slightly scheming, black-bellied, socially anxious beautiful girl.

But whether as a friend or even a lover, Felyn understood that only by confessing his past contractual actions to Viloti could he continue to interact with her with a clear conscience.

Otherwise, it would be deceit. Felyn could allow himself to deceive clients and strangers, but he couldn't allow himself to deceive soone he wanted to get along with properly.

If Viloti's current psychological illness had thoroughly healed, if he tentatively told Viloti bit by bit...

Would Viloti accept it?

Felyn didn't think Viloti would pat him on the shoulder like nothing happened and say, "It's okay, Felyn. Even though you lied to , I'm still willing to be with you."

He had to first confirm if Viloti was ready. He had to test Viloti bit by bit to see if she could accept this fact.

If she couldn't, then Felyn would imdiately stop the probing to prevent her psychological illness from relapsing, and then...

Then he would figure it out when the ti ca.

In short, everything had to be carried out within a controllable range. Felyn didn't want his recklessness to cause Viloti to return to that period of self-isolation.

"Felyn, don't be so serious."

When Felyn returned from his thoughts, Viloti's hand was already on his head.

She stroked it gently, trying to make Felyn less anxious.

Her amber gaze made Felyn feel as if he were lying on a warm, soft mattress, able to completely relax his body.

"I feel like you're about to tell sothing terrible." Her hand still didn't stop. "But if Felyn wants to say it, then just say it."

"Is my expression that scary?" Felyn touched his cheek.

"A little." Viloti gently bit her tender lower lip, which glistened attractively in the sunlight.

"Viloti, I..."

Felyn felt he could start by asking about a small matter to test Viloti's psychological endurance.

But it wasn't a suitable ti anymore.

With a harsh scraping sound, the door to the equipnt room was pulled open, followed by the sound of several people's footsteps.

Soone had arrived.

The leader was a blonde young lady. She had her arms crossed and was walking towards the depths of the equipnt room.

"Really, Adeline isn't here either?" She propped her foot on a chair, her tone sowhat dissatisfied.

Felyn saw that the person was wearing a red and white uniform, a student from Lancher Academy.

"Exactly. Our Lady Isabella ca all this way. Isn't this a waste of your ti?" said two girls behind her who looked like her followers.

Isabella?

Felyn looked at the girl in front of him who was called Isabella and felt as if he had t her sowhere before.

Isabella lifted her chin, her black eyeliner slightly winged, and surveyed everything here with a sowhat annoyed expression.

Her rhinestone-encrusted nails reflected a dazzling light in the sun, and green snake-bone earrings were revealed between her falling golden hair.

Felyn rembered now. It was at the sigil competition that he had run into her.

It was a long ti ago. He, Bernice, and Viloti had participated in the sigil competition for points.

Bernice had won the first match with overwhelming force, and their opponents in the second match were them.

At that ti, Adeline had even conveyed through Linda that Isabella and Viloti did not have a good relationship.

During the match, Felyn did indeed feel Isabella's gaze fixed on Viloti. But after Bernice made her move, they were eliminated in an instant.

Felyn had even asked Viloti about this matter afterward.

"It's probably just that my father drove her friend's entire family out of Seiwa," Viloti had said at the ti.

Isabella's best friend had once attacked and verbally abused Viloti, and in the end, her entire family was dealt with by Silafiel.

"Drove out" was the term Silafiel used for Viloti, but Felyn felt that with Silafiel's doting personality, it probably wasn't as simple as just driving them out.

In addition, Isabella's family was in competition with Silafiel's, their noble ranks were similar, and Isabella's hatred, influenced by her family, had continuously intensified, causing her to see Viloti as her greatest enemy.

But in reality, Viloti didn't really know Isabella. She also seed unable to understand why Isabella hated her so much.

Just as she couldn't understand why other people disliked her.

"Even though you're a committee mber, Adeline didn't let you participate in today's event. She must have been afraid you'd steal her thunder, right?" said another girl with glasses behind Isabella.

"Exactly. With your strength, Lady Isabella, you are the best candidate for student council president. We ca to Saint Andros Academy to find her secretly today, but she's hiding and won't see us."

"Don't say that. Miss Adeline is very outstanding."

Although she said that, the smile on her lips showed that she still liked hearing such words.

What a terrible woman.

Felyn felt that these three were a typical group of villains—one leader, two underlings, very troubleso.

"Forget it, let's go. I'm a little hungry. I heard that Saint Andros Academy's..."

The mont Isabella turned around, she saw the two people sitting at the entrance of the storage room.

Her brows furrowed tightly, like a piece of paper crumpled up to be thrown into the trash.

But Isabella didn't approach. Her two followers also imdiately grabbed her arms, afraid their young lady would do sothing impulsive.

Although they disliked each other, they couldn't argue openly.

Isabella didn't take the initiative to provoke, and Viloti didn't even look at her. Both sides maintained a delicate balance, and the powder keg was not ignited.

"What bad luck."

Isabella muttered in a volu only she could hear. Her rhinestone-encrusted nails impatiently twirled a strand of golden hair, her skirt cutting a sharp arc in the air as she turned to leave.

"Isabella."

Viloti's voice stabbed from behind, piercing her body like an icicle.

"Tsk."

Isabella clicked her tongue impatiently. The mont she turned her head halfway, a deep blue sigil attack tore through the air, grazing past her cheek with a piercing shriek.

A few severed strands of golden hair floated down slowly, the cut so neat it was chilling.

Before she could react, the large door behind her had turned to ash in a deafening explosion.

In front of the bewildered Isabella, who still hadn't processed what had happened, the ice-sculpture-like Viloti slowly squeezed out a few words.

"You are not allowed to talk about Felyn."

(End of Chapter)