Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master! Chapter 92: I Just Don’t Like You Anymore

In the center of the room, there’s a table for rituals.

It only has ordinary fruits and vegetables on it, and Florence Locke has so faint sorrow in her eyes: "After all, now that we’ve co here, many things for the rituals aren’t available. As long as we have this intention, I believe the Empress over there can feel it."

The Empress is probably still rrily recruiting male concubines right now.

Thea Shaw silently grumbled in her heart.

"Although I don’t know how Master and you ended up in this world, since we ca, we should make ourselves comfortable. We mustn’t forget our original roots, but should quickly integrate into this world to begin our plans."

Thea Shaw was a bit shocked: "Master, you aren’t thinking of restoring the Won’s Respect Country, are you? Do you think the two of us have what it takes?"

"Restoring the Won’s Respect Country seems hopeless right now." At this, Florence Locke beca more lancholic: "Master isn’t thinking about that at all, I’m thinking about making money. We don’t know how to do anything, and Master’s expenses are huge right now; we’ve got to co up with a way to earn money. The original mories aren’t of much use to , and Master isn’t interested in anything she knew."

Thea Shaw thought for a mont and nodded: "That’s true."

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

In the past, in Qirenia, the Great National Master was responsible for conducting the ritual ceremony on the national holiday.

After finishing up with the ritual—since it’s modern society, everything is kept simple—Florence Locke didn’t fuss too much, and a few of the fruits on the table soon ended up in Thea Shaw’s stomach.

Florence Locke didn’t mind; she sohow brought out a tub of fireworks.

At this ti, Thea Shaw still wasn’t aware of the severity of the situation. She only knew that this day was very lively in the Won’s Respect Country, with the dayti rituals, evening lantern festival, and fireworks being everyone’s favorite events.

Florence Locke said: "The fireworks here aren’t like they were back then; you could buy them anywhere, which was quite convenient. This tub supposedly lasts a long ti. Let’s go to the rooftop to set them off at night. Simplifying the ritual, we’ll just celebrate ourselves."

Thea Shaw bit into an apple, "Sure, then let’s go out and have so fun this afternoon?"

Florence Locke wasn’t fond of going out; she was usually even more laid-back than Thea Shaw. The original mories were of a strong woman who, besides work, didn’t have much else to do, with few leisure activities. She asked Thea Shaw: "What can we do when we go out?"

Thea Shaw thought for a mont and said: "Just stuff like shopping, watching movies, that sort of thing."

Florence Locke shook her head upon hearing that: "Doesn’t sound interesting. How about this, you accompany Master to take care of sothing."

Thea Shaw curiously asked: "What thing?"

Florence Locke smiled, "It’s a secret."

Thea Shaw: "..."

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

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A bustling café, surrounded by curious glances.

Florence Locke and Thea Shaw sat together at a table, creating quite the conspicuous scene.

Two ethereal figures elevating the café to another level.

People of any gender around couldn’t help but take out their caras to capture them; even a casual snapshot seed worthy of a fashion magazine cover.

If not for the terribly unfitting breakup scene in front of them.

In front of Thea Shaw and Florence Locke sat a man.

A handso, handso young man.

The man asked Florence Locke painfully: "Why break up? Did I do sothing wrong?"

It wasn’t Julian Sinclair from last ti.

Florence Locke smiled gracefully: "You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just that I don’t like you anymore."

Thea Shaw, forced to witness: "..."