Chapter 107 (1/2)

He told her to go out with someone, but he can’t believe it’s the black prince. What has she been doing so far that she has a dangerous relationship with the Grand Duke of Black?

“Wait, then the vow of chastity…”

“It was already broken.”

Vivian responded kindly, unable to hide her pitiful expression. Thinking she should have told him earlier if she knew he’d do something this stupid.

Thatcher, who stopped breathing for a while, felt as if he was dying of breath. It would not be less surprising if Perdi’s hidden lover was actually the emperor of the empire.

He thought he was being held in check as a competitor because he was lacking sarcasm and provocated to the Grand Duke of Black?

Thatcher was just trying to provoke jealousy and make a good connection between the two. He thought he wanted to faint like this, but life wasn’t that easy.

“Are you the president of this publishing house?”

“No, of course. Your Grace.”

“I thought it was meant to be.”

“Oh, it’s special. It’s so special that she doesn’t even look like a woman.”

Same-sex friends, no different from family. She’s like a real brother. Haha.

Thatcher’s desperate laughter filled the office with heavy air. He rattled his eyes in a cold sweat. He just wanted to cry because he felt unbearably sad that he was the one who brought this situation on himself.

Not only did he dig his own grave, but he built a tombstone and went into the ground and laid his hands neatly on his chest. All that remains is to be buried.

The Grand Duke of Black looks like he’s looking at the zoo monkey’s tricks, and if he hadn’t done anything, the middle would have gone. He should’ve lied down from the start.

How would he know that Vivian’s strange taste lover would be the Grand Duke of Black, not anyone else?

Somehow Thatcher’s head started spinning to curry favor with Aiden.

“Well, does that mean that you’re not satisfied with Perdi’s novel?”

“Of course not.”

Smiling, he said, lifting a teacup of hot steam.

“It’s just a pity that you’ve limited her skills to this extent. Isn’t that so? I was a little disappointed that you had such an eye as to produce the first erotic novel writer.”

“No way! No way! Of course, our writer…!”

“Our?”

“…no, her, Perdi, has more infinite possibilities than the universe.”

Vivian alternated between those two and looked around. Aiden’s sudden use of subordinates was unusual, so she didn’t know what to say.

Considering his position as the only Grand Duke of the Empire, it was right to use subordinates, but she felt very awkward because he had been so polite.

What should she say, it wasn’t like Aiden she’d known all along. She thought he was a listless, languid cat wandering around the study, but today he was like a prince. He’s the Grand Duke, though.

“I’m glad you think so.”