Luka Duchess
Metteo

Duchess Natalie clucked at her waist, she walked up and closed her eyes to see the pile of files on the table. His index finger tapped on the table as he walked towards the white-painted chair. Before beginning his search, he looked around the room. A painting of a dashing, smiling man and several paintings of a woman and a man whom he believed to be the parents of Duke Marcello.

Duchess Natalie sat down, she took some papers in front of her. There was no answer, he looked towards the drawer. Open that drawer, pull out all the files inside. However, the answer he could not find.

"Where should I look for evidence of that?" ask Duchess Natalie. He saw the white files scattered on the table. Waiter Lily immediately took care of it.

"What if the Madam just asks the Master?"

"Yourf..."

"Yes, you're right. I have to ask him. The reason all this time.... "

"There must be a reason, madam. I'm sure there's a reason, if you look at the attention of the Master when being a lover, it's impossible for the Master to betray the Madam. I feel, Master changed a hundred percent. From his gaze and his attitude, it was as if I felt. Master Duke is not the Master I know," explained Lilly's servant at length.

"There's a reason, if it goes on like this. Why not just get divorced?"

"Didn't the Madam love the Master?"

"Love?"

"You make me chuckle."

Duchess Natalie stood up, she walked out after seeing Natalie tidying up the files she had unloaded without taking them down.

Duchess Natalie and waitress Lily came out, without them noticing someone was peering behind the white concrete pole. The man looked at Duchess Natalie's back with a probing look. He also passed away.

Duchess Natalie stopped her steps. He felt that there was indeed someone watching him, he twisted his body looking at the entire corridor, yet there was no one.

I'd better be careful this residence isn't as easy as I imagined. It could have been this residence of many spies Duke.

And that guy, where is he? did he meet his girlfriend? he hasn't been home for a week.

Somewhere else.

It was seen a man leaning his back, a scarf wrapped around his neck and wearing a brown knit suit.

He looked towards the door. "Lake in!" his orders.

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A man dressed as a waiter saluted. "Master!"

"Did something happen to the Duchess?"

"I just saw the Madam come out of the master's office and I saw the Madam's face seemed to be looking for something."

"Maybe the Duchess is looking for my twin sister" Duke Marcello said. He was not suspicious of the Duchess at all, because all this time neither he nor his sister knew and there were only a few confidants who knew, including the servant in front of him as well as a knight who was with his twin sister.

"But sir what if the Madam finds out?"

"He won't know, go! before anyone sees you."

The man saluted, his legs stepping out of the room.

"Duchess I miss you, could it be that you're aware. That man in front of you, not me... Not me but my sister. Can you feel it."

"Sorry Duchess, after I'm gone. You'll know everything and you won't feel sad."

Duke Marcello wiped his tears, he stroked the painting of the woman he loved so much.

Not far from Duke Marcello's hideout, a smiling man saw a woman focusing on embroidery. The man approached her carefully, so that the woman before him was unaware of his arrival. Both of his hands closed the eyes of the woman.

"Mette!"