Chapter 30 (2/2)

When Vivian found the man who walked towards her from the other side of the corridor with a sick smile, her face scrunched and decayed. This was why she hated to walk around the Royal Palace in the day.

“Isn’t it the bitch who ran away without paying the debt of salvation?”

He swayed to and from as he walked over while he spoke in a tone similar to the ruck of the municipal.

Leslie Marten. Count Marten’s heir. Her paternal uncle’s first son.

She had also heard that Leslie had debuted into the political world in order to inherit the Household. However, she hadn’t actually thought the alcoholic and gambling loony would actually have the privilege to walk around the Royal Palace.

Vivian tried to ignore Leslieas she walked past him. However, he blocked her path. If she moved to the left, he moved left as well, if she turned right, he tilted his body and stuck to her. There was no way for her to avoid him due to his simple-minded block with his huge body.

When Vivian looked up at him with a chilly face devoid of emotions, he raised an eyebrow as if to ask What are you going to do now? She wasn’t going to remain still with someone who taunted her.

Vivian moved her once tightly closed mouth.

“Woof woof.”

“…….”

“Bark bark. Grrrrr.”

“…… Are you crazy?”

She barked with her teeth on display before she shrugged as though she didn’t understand human language because she was a dog. Leslie was flustered as he thought Vivian wouldn’t be able to respond properly and tremble in fright.

Do I still look like a 10-year-old child?

Vivian was no longer the child who stayed up all night alone in the attic room with her tears. She was now a capable person who had risen to the top of a single market all by herself.

“Woof woof?”

She finished barking with an expressionless face and turned around. At the same time, a disgusting hand grabbed her shoulder.