
"Why are you asking? Don't you understand Gerda anymore? You're not my lady I have to go along with all her will. You're just part of my grand plan," manager Hans is now showing off his true character. He took off the bow tie around his neck and took off his coat. "I've really gotten sick of wearing this maid outfit and keep pretending in front of you. Now it's time you knew who I really was. I'm the outer prince of the Danish kingdom, not that you're Gerda's daughter."
"So you're the one with the royal blood. All this time it's been you tricking me!!" gerda Snaps at Hans.
"That's right. I used my story to frame you and use my blood to make those DNA test results. Haha... Do you really believe you're a princess? Very amusing. You're really easy to fool."
"You seem to be the root of all this trouble. But, what made the Danish prince come all the way to our small town? I'm very curious."
"I'm coming for you, baby," Hans pointed to Julia.
"Huh? What do you want from me? We just don't know each other" Juli said with confusion.
"As a pageang that will not be considered in the royal family makes me have to build my own strength outside in order to survive the cruelty of life in this world, which is strong which is in power. A few years ago I had been searching for any information about such a mysterious hidden family. Then I discovered that they had one of the most passionate assets that were not tied to the hidden family itself. The asset is Red Chrysanthemum auction house."
"Sik! That's what you're after."
"The Red Chrysanthemum auction house. I never heard it. It was the largest illegal auction house in the capital that auctioned various kinds of step items from all over the world. No one knew who the owner of the auction house was" Rica said.
"Truly Miss Pinkston. But I found an interesting fact. This auction house was only passed down from daughter to daughter only from the main descendant in the hidden family residence. But outsiders could also inherit it if they had the Red Chrysanthemum jade as the symbol of the auction house's guardianship."
"Da, how do you know all this? Secrecy about the inheritance of the auction house is very guarded, even from the branch family does not know it."
"If you say so, then why do you know as if you come from a hidden family. Oh yeah, I forgot. You'll be the next guardians of the Red Chrysanthemum auction house. Allow the first daughter of Veliana Cershom, the owner of the current auction house."
Suddenly everyone fell silent with a very surprised expression. The heir to the most mysterious Red Chrysanthemum auction house is now in front of them and is the person they know. Julia just stared intently at Hans who had revealed one of her other secrets before her friends
"A, is that right, Julia?" rica asked who was made to not believe what she heard.
"You're the next guardians of the biggest auction house that is very mysterious," continued Gerda similarly shocked.
"If the inheritance system of the auction house from girls to girls and Ny. Flors is the current owner, it is certain that the next heir to the Red Chrysanthemum auction house will fall on Julia," said Nisa who was most calm when she heard this news but she also never stepped forward.
"Is this why you chose me so that you could make me trap my own friend into your trap?!!" gerda asked Hans who was beginning to understand his position.
"You just realized it? You really are the right choice for this task. At first I only wanted the auction house jade but who would have it turned out that you had a strong resolve to rule the underground world. Why don't I use them. Thanks to you I got more than I expected. Thank you, Your Majesty."
"It just so happens that Gerda's mother died when you came and said she was a princess of the Danish kingdom. Utilizing a heart that is grieving and does not have the budget to live, it is clear Gerda will immediately believe you," said Rica expressed her thoughts.
"You believe in coincidence, if I don't."
"What do you mean?" again Gerda was shocked by what came out of Hans' mouth. "My mother's death was unnatural. He suddenly fell ill and two days later he died and the next day you came."
"The plan is perfect and very real."
Gerda was sitting on the floor. He still doesn't want to believe all this. He gripped her hair very strongly and hoped to wake up from the nightmare that haunted her.
"Nearly two years I've lived with the man who killed my mother and I didn't know it. I helped him achieve his wish. I framed my only friend who was always nice to me. I really suck! A useless person that others take advantage of. Why did my fate become like this. Hix... Hix... I make all my loved ones suffer. What is my fault for having to be punished like this?!!"
"You can't guess how long I've been planning this. It took me years to get to the last point of my plan. One more step and I will succeed. Hand over the jade, otherwise I'll shoot your three friends dead" Hans threatened Julia.
"The auction house token wasn't on me" Julia replied without changing her expression.
"Don't trick me! There's no point in you lying! As the heir to the auction house, you must have the jade. Hand over the jade right now!!"
"I told you that the auction house token wasn't on me. It was just handed over to the next auction house's rightful heir and it wasn't me, or rather I refused to be the legitimate heir of the auction house. I have absolutely no interest in underground business."
"Do you think I'm stupid! Stop going around in circles or me..."
"Cancel all missions! Pull back the entire group that had left for the capital. It's orders!"
Hans' sentence was immediately interrupted upon hearing Gerda lowering the order to cancel the entire attack on the capital through her phone.
"A, what are you doing?!! You ruined all my plans!" hans snapped with overflowing anger.
"I won't let your plan work! You're the prince, but the control of the whole group is still on me. They're all bowing to my orders!" Gerda looked at Julia. "At least this is all I can do to make amends to my friend," he slammed his phone on the floor until the entire screen cracked.
"Basic thud!!!"
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