Shut Up, Young Lady, Obediently Hand Over The Money And Don't Confess! Chapter 662 : See You Tomorrow... If I Still Have a Tomorrow

"That red-haired young lady by the window is so beautiful."

"Yeah, her figure is amazing, and her boyfriend is so handso too. A match made in heaven."

"Her skin is so perfect, her legs are so long, and her chest is... I'm so envious. Why couldn't I look like her?"

The waitresses hid in a corner, secretly watching Eitani.

A beautiful girl is the center of attention wherever she goes, attracting the notice of both n and won.

In their eyes, this red-haired young lady was breathtaking.

Flawless skin, elegant manners, her long legs crossed under the table like a treasure covered in silk.

But they didn't dare approach Eitani, feeling her aura was too powerful, to the point where they would stutter just speaking to her.

Miss Eitani, with her expressionless face, was having a very lively inner monologue at this mont.

Eitani propped her face with one hand, chewing on a small piece of grilled steak.

Delicious. Felyn has pretty good taste! As expected of my servant.

I wasted a precious day being angry with him today. I can't do that next ti.

Where should we go to play tomorrow? I'm a bit tired of being an adventurer. How about I have Felyn take to rob the Imperial Bank tomorrow? I really want to try being a bad guy.

Or have him take to make cakes, then push them to the park to sell.

And also! Open a fruit shop with Felyn, specifically pick the sourest oranges to put in the tasting area, and then sit in the shop with Felyn watching every passerby who tries them groan in pain.

Not for making money, just to see the custors' contorted expressions.

Hahahaha.

I'm really looking forward to tomorrow.

Eitani cupped her face in her hands, watching the steam from the teacup opposite her dissipate bit by bit.

Why has Felyn been gone for so long? Could he have been kidnapped?

Eitani shifted her legs into several different positions, constantly looking up at the clock on the wall.

Her fingers tapped impatiently on the tabletop. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

A fair leg stepped out from under the tablecloth, the high heel making a crisp sound.

Eitani stood up to look for Felyn.

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Ti rewound to ten minutes ago.

After Felyn and Eitani had just separated, he circled the restaurant, and after confirming no one was paying attention, he ca to Fiorella's side.

"Miss Fiorella, what a coincidence to et you here."

Hearing her na being called, Fiorella's shoulders trembled slightly, her flaxen hair drawing a flustered circle in the air.

She noticed Felyn's clothes were a high-end formal suit, then looked down at her own faded maid uniform and slowly took a step back.

"Lord Felyn... I... you..."

"Why call Lord Felyn? I'm a commoner just like you. Just call Felyn."

Felyn leaned against the wall, sighed, and pretended to casually tug at his collar. "My clothes look nice, right? They're rented. Costs 400 crowns a day."

"Ren-rented?"

"Yeah, rented. Otherwise, how would I have the money to buy this suit?" Felyn grinned. "Fiorella, does your family have any debts?"

"N-no... We don't dare to buy anything expensive, so..."

"I still have debts, it's a headache." Felyn rubbed his forehead, thinking of his thirty-million-crown debt gap. "I don't know when I'll be able to pay it all off."

"Is Mr. Felyn short on money?"

"Pretty much."

Fiorella's body finally stopped cowering and slowly straightened up. Her only lively eyes darted around, observing Felyn's expression.

"Mr. Felyn, I... I will repay your debt as soon as possible."

"Mhm."

Fiorella reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Below her slightly flushed earlobe was a dark bruise.

Felyn glanced at it but said nothing.

Fiorella noticed Felyn's gaze, realized her wound was exposed, and hurriedly turned sideways, letting her hair fall to cover the bruise.

"M-Mr. Felyn, tomorrow... what should I wear tomorrow?" She changed the subject, not wanting to discuss this matter.

"Sothing casual is fine, no need to be too formal." Felyn didn't press further. "Is this your first date?"

"Mhm... Mr. Felyn is my first..." After Fiorella realized what she had just said, she quickly waved her hands. "I didn't an it like that."

She covered her neck with her hand and said in a low voice, "Mr. Felyn is very handso, and also very well-dressed. I-I'm worried I'll embarrass Mr. Felyn... I only have one dress at ho, and no jewelry."

"You're very beautiful too."

Felyn's words were like a large stone dropped into the lake of Fiorella's heart, creating violent ripples.

It wasn't that she had never been praised before; she had been praised by her neighbors for being pretty since she was a child.

But being praised by the person who was about to be her boyfriend tomorrow was, after all, a little embarrassing.

"Is that so... It's good that Mr. Felyn doesn't mind..."

A waitress ca over, placed the packed food into Fiorella's basket, and nodded at Felyn.

"Mr. Felyn, I'll be leaving now. If the food gets cold, that lord will be unhappy."

But Fiorella didn't leave imdiately. Her fingers rubbed the basket, her conflicted expression already showing on her face.

She was hesitating whether to say those words.

"Last night, my uncle brought that group of people ho again to pressure ... I'm not sure who they are, but I overheard them ntion the word 'Highness' outside the door. I didn't hear the specifics, so..."

Fiorella still said it.

She didn't look at Felyn at this mont, constantly tucking her hair behind her ear to soothe her nervousness.

Once he hears 'Highness', this Mr. Felyn in front of will probably be scared, right? After all, the other party is a princess or a prince, not soone commoners like us can afford to offend.

The contract service of pretending to be lovers should be over now.

Without the excuse of a lover, my uncle will most likely use Lina as a threat this week to forcibly sell to the Silafiel family.

Once I go, I'll never be able to get out.

Perhaps this is my fate.

But even so, I can't hide it from Mr. Felyn. I can't bring him trouble.

"Mr. Felyn, I only heard this yesterday. I didn't intentionally hide it." She bowed to Felyn in apology, her flaxen hair tilting in the air, trembling slightly. "If you want to terminate the contract with now, you don't have to return the 100 crowns. It's all my fault."

Fiorella closed her eyes tightly, waiting for Felyn's answer.

Felyn was very surprised.

He had never expected that group of people to have connections with princes and princesses.

It couldn't be Dorothy, could it?

"It's okay, you might have misheard." Felyn helped Fiorella up. "Don't worry, even if it really is so princess or prince, our contract will continue as usual."

He took a deep breath and showed Fiorella a standard smile he had practiced countless tis. "See you tomorrow."

Felyn's smile and words seed to have a magical power, making Fiorella raise her hand like a doll and wave at him.

"See you... tomorrow."

Miss Fiorella left.

Felyn still leaned against the wall, carefully thinking about why that group of people would ntion the na of a Highness.

Could they be subordinates of a certain Highness? Or are they just acting on orders?

Or... is it simply a scam?

Forget it, politics isn't my strong suit anyway. I'll take it one step at a ti.

Felyn clapped his hands, and just as he was about to leave, the communication art seal in his pocket began to vibrate wildly.

He glanced at the na.

It was Seraphina.

[End of Chapter]