Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Evening has arrived.

The lights of the castle began to light up. So that the magnificent building looks bright in the middle of darkness.

Inside, a beautiful girl looked impatient at the waiter who was helping her wear a beautiful dark green dress through her mirror.

"Hurry up, I want to do something important now" he urged.

"Okay my lady, it's done" replied the waiter, taking a matching colored hairpiece with the employer's dress from the dresser. Then pin it in haste.

Lady Angelia no longer had time to stay as long as usual. He had to hurry to Abellard's room before Mary's confidant preempted.

It was time for dinner, he would knock ten times so that the person in the room thought he was the waiter delivering the food.

In a hurry, the girl stepped out of the room and headed towards the door of Abellard's room which was a little away from her room.

However, the door of the room next to his room suddenly opened. And the Duchess of Medwin came out from the inside.

"Angelia? Good thing I found you here. Your dad asked us to come to the living room."

"For what?"

His mother tried to smile. "We'll come first, you'll know."

"No, Mommy. I'm on business."

"It won't be long, Sweet heart .. You can go after fulfilling Daddy's call."

Lady Angelia let out an impatient sigh.

"But for what, Mommy?"

"Daddy would like to introduce you to Monsieur Simon. A successful businessman."

"About? Why does Daddy keep using me to get close to the men who bring profits to his business?" protest Lady Angelia nelangsa.

"Sweet heart, you just have to come and you don't have to wait."

"But for what else, Mommy?! Am I not about to marry the greatest Count of Marseille? What else does Daddy want?!" Lady Angelia's voice now sounded loud and snapped, yet implied bitterness.

The Duchess's eyes looked teary. "I'm sorry Mommy couldn't stand up for you, my dear. But please understand your Daddy. He used to feel worthless in the eyes of nobles, because he was only the son of a mistress. Up until now he worked tirelessly to earn money that had raised his dignity."

Lady Angelia melengos. If his mother had reminded him of that, he could no longer argue.

"Alright, but after making small talk I'm leaving right away, Mom?"

The Duchess of Medwin nodded while wiping away the tears that had already seeped on the tip of her eyes with her fingertips. Then took his daughter's hand.

The two esteemed ladies then stepped gracefully into the living room.

On the bone-white living room sofa, sat an adult man in a light brown tuxedo suit with the Duke of Medwin and several female guests of the Countess.

The Lady could immediately guess that the man was what the successful businessman meant by his mother.

The Duke of Medwin smiled happily to welcome his wife and daughter.

"Monsieur Simon .. introduce, this is my wife with our daughter, Lady Angelia."

The man got up from his Sofanya, then bowed politely with a friendly smiling lip.

Lady Angelia did not care much, her eyes intermittently glanced towards the large clock with a pendulum the size of an adult fist, hanging on the wall of the living room.

"Ravi de vous rencontrer ..." said Monsieur Simon. (Ravi de vous rencontrer: Nice to meet you)

"Ravi de vous rencontrer, Monsieur ...." The Duchess of Medwin.

"Come, sit Sweet heart," the Duke of Medwin patted the sofa beside him. "Did you know? Monsieur Simon also lived in England and traded there. It's close to where you learned to sing. Do you remember? That famous jewelry stall?"

Lady Angelia bit her lips with an anxious look. He didn't really understand his father's question, because he didn't really listen. His mind was wandering on his plan.

The Lady then simply shook her head to respond.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I have business to do now. I'll have a chat back when we have dinner tonight" he said in a hurry.

***

Amily carried a tray filled with food from the kitchen. His face looks so bright. The food that was just ripe will soon be brought to the room of Monsieur Comte.

With vigorous steps and a joyful thumping heart, he stepped his foot.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly Lucie comes in front of him.

"Mlle Lucie? I'm going to take this food to Monsieur Comte's room."

"It's still too early, isn't dinner time usually a little longer?"

"Yes. But it's just a few minutes away, M'mselle. I don't want to be late."

"You won't be late, check it out first. Maybe something you're forgetting" Lucie tried to buy time. She had not seen Lady Angelia come to the room of Monsieur Count.

"It's complete, M'mselle," replied Amily.

But it turned out that the person who asked him to talk was even paying attention in the other direction with an anxious look.

"Mlle Lucie?" call him.

Lucie immediately looked over with agitated behavior. "Huh-yes?" answer the bedwet woman. His forehead looked sweaty. He never played this kind of strategy, so he was really nervous.

Where is Lady Angelia? Why haven't you come yet?

Lucie's attention was immediately attracted when she heard the word chicken stew. His eyes looked towards the tray with frowning brows.

"Chicken stew? Why are you bringing chicken stew?" ask Lucie confused. It seemed that this afternoon he heard Maria forbid cooks to make chicken stews.

"Because this is Monsieur Comte's favorite food, M'mselle."

Lucie's riveted. What does this mean? What was his suspicion that someone else who was in Monsieur Comte's room was mistaken?

"Sorry, M'mselle. Allow me to drop off this meal now so as not to be late," asked Amily politely.

Lucie was forced to give way by shifting her steps.

But just as Amily stepped up,

taps!

His arm was suddenly gripped by someone.

"Oh my God!" the girl squealed in surprise while looking at the person who was suddenly appearing and being rude to her.

"Let me drive him!" the jolt of the man who turned out to be Lady Angelia, then snatched the tray of food from Amily's hand. Until the chicken stew is spilled on the tray. But it seems the Lady doesn't care that much.

"Lady Angelia?" amily was shocked.

"Yes, you go back to the kitchen. I'll deliver this food to my future husband!" with an intimidating look.

Amily's face instantly turned deathly pale. "But ... Mme Maria ordered me to deliver it" she argued. He looked scared, but all his heart was trying to brave himself.

"Do you think Mary is higher than I am the future wife of the owner of this castle?!" press the Lady. "Hurry up and go back to the kitchen!" ketus again.

Then without caring about the servant girl who had just dared to refute him, Lady Angelia stepped past him.

The Lady then headed to Abellard's room.

As soon as he got to the door, he took a deep breath. Prepare your heart to hit the village girl who has captured her future husband. He will go in there and drag the hair of his rival to the face of everyone.

The fairy-faced girl was truly wrathful. His eyes flashed with flames of anger.

His tightly clenched hand then lifted to knock. Just like he saw from Amily this afternoon. Slowly, up to ten beats.

A few moments later ....

Chequelek

The sound of a key being played.

Lady Angelia felt her heart beating fast. His cold hand seemed to tremble as he opened the door. Shaking with anger and tension.

Then he stepped into the room.

And a moment later, his eyes looked glaring! When looking to the left, to the back of the door.

***

The countess took her guests to the dining room. Tonight there was not much he invited, because Abellard, his son, did not want to go out. He did not like to hear many questions from guests about his son's absence.

"Where did our daughter go?" the Duke of Medwin whispered to his wife as soon as they had sat in one of the dining chairs.

The Duchess of Medwin seemed agitated, "i don't know either, dear. He said he'd be back when dinner starts."

"Ck!" The Duke was upset. "Your daughter is unreliable! It should be that a businessman like Monsieur Simon wouldn't think twice about investing land if he was interested in Angelia!" his gerrick.

The Duchess of Medwin could only complain inwardly. Her husband always says 'your daughter' if Angelia doesn't live up to his expectations. But would say 'my daughter' if Angelia could fulfill her wish.

Just as the dinner of the upper class began, suddenly Maria ran to Mme Aamber and whispered something.

A moment later, the countess's face turned startled.

"What?! The servant who was the perpetrator of the poison came back? What for?!" he screamed unconsciously.

To make the guests stop eating and pay attention.

~In the meantime, in the room of the Countess.

Lady Angelia stood fixedly staring at the man standing behind the door.

That ... Abellards.

The man had been neat and looked dashing with a silver-colored tuxedo, and was looking at him with smiling lips.

The Count then reached out to take the tray from his hand.

"I don't want to eat in my room. We will come together to attend his dinner" said the man with a mysterious smile.

***

Hello dear-my darling ....

Thank God, finally our shared Naeva story won a victory in the competition to write a novel with the theme of 100% Ideal Women organized by Noveltoon. 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

This victory is thanks to the grace of God and also thanks to the support of all of you. I am very grateful.

Hopefully with this victory more and more people stop by and join our comment column to greet each other.

Love you very very very much my reader ... ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________