Cold Man And Miss Stone
10. The Disgraced King [REVISED]

"You are the king, in your life and in the lives of others." Mahesa's voice sounded in her head. "You must have patience far above others, Emil. But you also have to have your ego and self-esteem above others. Do not, ever, for whatever reason, allow yourself to be insulted. When that happens and you shut up, you lower your rank to ordinary people."

Emilia felt her breath hunt.

He did not know whether to be patient or not, but something stuck in his heart.

An instinct that says he was pulled from his own throne.

"I'm talking to you, you stupid girl." His shoulder was pulled and his face suddenly received a loud slap. "You just turned around when I asked you?"

Emilia stunned.

"What's wrong with your face? Huh huh? You mad I slapped you? Don't know yourself." The second slap landed on his face. And it was loud until Emilia slammed. "People like you should be told how to respect your master. Stupidhead! Vick*ng! You think I—"

"Uncle Idrus!"

Before the leg landed on her face—or maybe before Emilia strangled her—a hand pulled on Emilia's body.

The figure of Rowan Ahkam growled furiously at his uncle.

"What's wrong with you?! I don't care what else your problem is but stop beating someone as an impingement!"

"Don't interfere. I just taught him a little lesson."

"Uncle Samuel brought this girl. If he knew what Uncle was doing, would he just shut up?"

The man's face was a bit cloudy. There was a feeling of annoyance and trepidation on her face until she retreated, grumbling while cursing Emilia as if it was Emilia's fault if this early morning she was already upset and angry.

"Hey." Rowan helped her stand up slowly. "Your face is wounded. Come with me."

Emilia did not flinch.

"Ema? Follow me. Observe your face."

Emilia's focus is not on Argantana's son.

He was seeping something inside of him.

I am the king.

Emilia looked at her rough hands and was full of disgusting scratches from hard work.

I am the king who was forcibly removed from his throne. I let them.

"Ema? You hear me?"

Emilia clenched her head and relaxed her hands repeatedly.

Not weak.

His power is still there.

Why was he humiliated when his strength was still there?

Emilia smiled shadyly. Smiling at Argantana's son who was fixated on seeing her.

"I'm fine."

Then as if nothing had happened, Emilia passed, went to find Samuel's car to wash.

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I thought, she's weird.

Rowan tilted his face not understanding why the girl brought Samuel was smiling after being transfixed.

Rowan thought, she was traumatized.

After all she was only a girl, let alone from the village, so it was probably not going to understand why she was beaten up on teaching grounds.

As if nothing had happened just now, the girl went to ask the waiter where Uncle Samuel's car was and how to wash it.

The waiter is more tense even though he only sees while experiencing even silence.

But since she seemed to be unconcerned, Rowan couldn't force it either.

He went in and canceled his intention to run in the morning. Go up to the floor where Samuel is.

This morning Samuel usually woke up. He locked himself in his room to do what he did.

Rowan knocked on his uncle's room door.

It only took a few seconds it opened.

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't mean to teach Uncle." Rowan just said calmly. "But I think Uncle should keep a close eye on the girl. She's not used to being a waitress and she's meeting Uncle Idrus."

Uncle Rowan that one is crazy. Everyone knows too.

No wonder Samuel got so excited.

"What's going on?" tanyanya, impressed worried.

"I think his silence offended Uncle Idrus, so he was beaten. His face was hurt, but he went to wash the car."

"Basic crazy." Samuel cursed, of course, to Uncle Idrus. "I understand. Thank you." Thank you."

Samuel moved for a moment. Lock her room before she runs down.

His attitude is a bit strange. It was as if he cared so much for the foreign girl.

But Rowan turned around, to now decide not to care.

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