Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 122: Who does he think he is?

Paros’s expression darkened.

"When I first met her, I could already tell—she’s a female who knows how to take care of herself. Independent. Self-sufficient. She doesn’t need me to devote my attention to her."

"And besides," he continued coolly, "I never planned to form a bond. My goal is to unify the interstellar realm."

Hearing this, Ethan was so furious he nearly passed out on the spot. "Fine. Fine. Very well!"

He felt there was nothing more to say. "Lord Paros, since you believe there’s no need to place your heart on Female Rory, and you only care about unifying the interstellar realm, then listen to me.

"From this moment on, stop having any contact with Female Rory whatsoever. She can live her good life, and you can pursue your grand ambitions."

Paros didn’t feel relieved at all after hearing this. Instead, the tightness in his chest worsened.

He looked at Ethan, his voice growing colder. "I don’t think you’re helping me. It sounds more like you’re mocking me."

"I wouldn’t dare," Ethan said quickly—though he very much wanted to roll his eyes.

He sighed helplessly. "Female Rory clearly understood your attitude. That’s why she doesn’t want to deal with you—and deleted you. Lord Paros, I just think that since you don’t want to put your heart into her, it’s better to end things here."

That wasn’t such a bad outcome. It could only be said that their lord lacked this kind of fortune.

He deserved to stay single.

"End things here?" Paros felt even worse. "But she promised me last time—she owes me one soothing session."

You really care about that one soothing session? What—are you in pain? Suffering? You brought this on yourself. Endure it.

Before you ever had a Female Master, didn’t you live just fine? You want to see her, but you refuse to admit it.

All mouth, no heart.

Ethan said none of that aloud.

Suddenly, Paros stood up. "Go to the estate," he ordered. "I want to see her."

Ethan raised his brows in confusion.

"Lord Paros, I don’t think that’s necessary—" She might not want to see him at all.

Before he could finish, Paros shot him a look sharp enough to make him swallow the rest of his words.

***

Meanwhile, at the estate.

Vincent was selecting clothes to be delivered for Rory.

"This one’s ugly. Throw it out."

"The fabric on this one is uncomfortable. Throw it out."

"This one’s acceptable."

"These are fine too..."

"Send another batch. And invite the best designers from the Central District—I want custom formal wear made for Rory."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The attendants gathered up all the rejected clothes and removed them.

Soon, another subordinate came in to report.

"Your Highness, Paros Gabriel has arrived." Vincent’s fingers paused over the documents. "He came even faster than I expected. Have him wait in the front reception hall. I’ll be there shortly. And tell the guards to conceal themselves within the estate. Don’t disturb Rory."

"Yes!" The guard captain withdrew respectfully.

Vincent closed the file and rose to leave the room.

Just as he reached the stairway, he saw Jasper coming down from above.

Jasper spoke first. "Paros is here."

"I know. Where’s Rory?" Vincent asked.

"She fell asleep. I didn’t wake her," Jasper replied. "Do we need to inform her? Given Paros’s relationship with her—"

Vincent shook his head. "I know their history. This is a minor matter—Rory doesn’t need to step in. I’ll handle it.

"You go back and stay with her."

At the front reception hall.

Ethan Gabriel stood behind Paros, surveying the décor with interest.

He smiled and commented, "The estate may be a bit small, but it’s nicely arranged. Everything here is something females like. It’s obvious Commander Yuel put real thought into it."

Paros glanced around lazily, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes.

"Too plain."

Ethan sighed.

You didn’t make anything better yourself—and yet you complain.

No wonder Female Rory deleted him. Even an old man like him didn’t enjoy hearing that.

"This kind of décor naturally can’t compare to the Dragon Palace," Vincent said as he walked in, his gaze settling on Paros with faint mockery.

"But my Female Master doesn’t like flashy, glittering designs. She prefers something understated and warm."

Behind Paros, Ethan stared at Vincent in shock.

"Second Prince—weren’t you missing? Why are you here? Are you also Female Rory’s matched partner? You’ve reached Rank Eleven?!"

"Wait—don’t tell me you and Female Rory have already bonded?!"

No—when did this happen?

When he’d left the Violet Mystic Obhidian Clan yesterday, Vincent hadn’t even shown up.

How did one night pass—and Vincent had already bonded with Female Rory? Wasn’t that far too fast?!

Ethan’s head was full of question marks.

Facing their scrutiny, Vincent remained calm and sat down across from them.

"Work delayed my arrival by my Female Master’s side," he said evenly.

"Fortunately, my Female Master is kind and compassionate. She didn’t blame me—nor could she bear to let me suffer from mental instability. She was willing to bond with me."

Everyone knew there were two ways to soothe a male.

One was the method Rory had used for Paros.

The other was formal bonding.

The latter provided far stronger and more lasting relief.

What Vincent was implying here was obvious—and intentional.

As expected, the lazy look vanished from Paros’s face instantly. A cold aura radiated from him.

He stared sharply at Vincent, finding him unbearably irritating—so much so that he wanted to snap his neck.

"Where is Rory? I want to see her."

Already angry? Vincent sneered inwardly.

So little respect for Rory—and he still dared to demand to see her?

Who did Paros think he was?

Vincent’s expression hardened. "What does the Dragon Lord take my Female Master for? She dissolved the match with you long ago. Do you think you can see her just because you say so?"

As he spoke, Vincent took out the black crystal Rory had given him and tossed it onto the table in front of Paros.

"This was given to me by my Female Master to return to you. She said that since the match has been dissolved, you have nothing to do with her anymore. There’s no need to meet again."

If Paros had any shame at all, he would take the crystal and leave right now.

Ethan truly hadn’t expected Vincent to be among Rory’s bonded partners. This situation was getting troublesome.

Especially now that Vincent had reached Rank Eleven.

The Firebird Clan already had another Rank Eleven powerhouse as well. If a fight broke out, their lord wouldn’t gain the upper hand.

"Lord Paros," Ethan whispered urgently, "Since Female Rory doesn’t want to see you, let’s return for now."

Paros didn’t move. "Rory said she owes me one soothing session."

The moment those words fell, Vincent laughed, cold and sharp. "Paros, I didn’t realize you were this shameless. You once disregarded my Female Master’s safety and let a Rank Four female soothe a Rank Eleven male. I didn’t come looking for trouble—but now you still have the nerve to demand soothing from her?"

Paros didn’t actually care that much about the soothing.

He just wanted to see Rory. And he had no other excuse.

"I—" He tried to speak again, but Ethan clapped a hand over his mouth.

"My lord," Ethan whispered urgently, "if you want even a chance of seeing Female Rory again, you must never bring up soothing. And under no circumstances should you offend Vincent."