Night Monarch's Cannon Fodder Bride-Chapter 28: The One With Gray Eyes?

"Mr. King," Derik nearly stuttered as he greeted the tall figure.

The coercion from the Awakener forced him to bow his head. Derik knew Killian Rhett King wasn’t trying to scare him.

This was the lingering remnant of his earlier outburst.

As for what exactly the young lord had done, Derik had no clue, nor the desire to know.

"Mr. Xing," Killian greeted him with the same indifference as a stranger.

Just from the greeting, no one could tell that these two people had once played together.

Although Killian had only been five or six—an age when most children forgot easily—Derik recalled that naughty boy very vividly.

They had met through their parents’ friendship. Then they parted ways after a few months, never to meet again.

Who would have thought they would come face-to-face like this?

When Derik realized the young lord was here regarding the sales of his company, he was left stunned once again.

"... It’s already underway with someone," he explained helplessly.

Killian raised a brow at his secretary, Henry. The poor guy was sweating bullets as he tried to mend the situation.

The young lord wasn’t an idle person, nor did he have any interest in this tiny company. The entire issue stemmed from the phone call Killian had received that morning.

His father had suddenly started telling him the difficulties faced by his old friend.

It was his subtle way of asking for help as the old man was busy with affairs and couldn’t personally take charge.

If someone caught the wind that the old man was helping his buddy, it would ultimately transform into something like ’using his authority for self-gain.’

Since Killian was nearby, he agreed to take a look.

Yet, someone was ahead of him.

"Who?"

As Roselle had left a clear warning, no new personnel dared to take the job, while existing employees began searching for work elsewhere due to wage cuts and fear of unemployment.

Even if someone managed to gather a professional team, Roselle wouldn’t let them sell anything anyway.

Killian was only there to buy the remaining products and offer financial help so Uncle Xing could live peacefully in another state.

Although this wouldn’t make much difference to him, he still didn’t want to waste his time and power on something so insignificant.

So, who was stupid enough to spend money on this ’doomed to fail’ project?

"From Vale Enterprises," Derik could tell the difference between friend and foe, so he answered truthfully.

"Please extend my thanks—and my father’s—to Uncle Xing."

"Alright," Killian agreed.

His old man would be happy to hear it.

When the silence nearly turned awkward, he spoke again, unable to resist. "Who was it?"

Derik paused before replying. "Miss Severine Vale. She sure has many innovative ideas."

He himself hadn’t noticed he was smiling. And this time, it wasn’t the polite facade. He genuinely liked what Severine wanted to accomplish.

"Severine Vale... The one with gray eyes?"

"Yes, that’s the one." Derik nodded along. "And she even requested me to stay as a general manager."

The secretary was taken aback by the beaming smile on Derik’s face.

Then his gaze shifted to his frowning young lord.

Sigh.

What trouble is he brewing now?

Killian wasn’t brewing anything, actually. How could he when all his thoughts were swirling around his meeting with Severine?

The trees turned into a hazy green blur as the car drove on the road.

Killian remained silent for a long while. So long that the secretary and driver thought he had fallen asleep.

"Why would she do it?" he muttered at last.

"Do what?" The secretary asked. "Is there something wrong with the arrangements?"

"Severine... Why did she buy The Xing?"

Henry was equally puzzled. After the night the young lady had crashed into the young lord’s bedroom in Fiala Ground, Henry had thoroughly investigated her.

There was nothing suspicious about her. She truly stumbled upon the room in an injured state.

Due to that, he was well aware of how capable Severine actually was.

First, there was her investment company, which had attracted Killian’s attention.

Precisely because of that interest, Henry had conducted a secret investigation, discovering that she was the current leader of the ’The Ninth Table.’

At her age, handling both so well was praiseworthy.

"Is there something about The Xing that we aren’t aware of?" Henry guessed.

Severine clearly wasn’t stupid, nor did she appear impulsive.

"Whatever she has done in the past month, I want all the information," Killian ordered. There was a strange glint of interest dancing in his dark red eyes.

Henry gulped. The last time it had happened, a few elders were exiled to foreign lands.

"Understood."

Earning Killian’s attention was both a curse and a boon. As for what it might be for the young lady, Henry could only pray for the best.

"Sir, there is a banquet tomorrow evening at Rhodes. Will you be attending?"

Henry waited for the young master to deny before filling the time with office work.

"Why are they suddenly throwing a banquet?" His low voice was tinged with displeasure.

Well, who could blame him? Killian’s vexed face amused Henry so much that he almost laughed aloud.

"It’s said to be a celebration for Young Master Damien’s narrow escape from disaster. He was in a car accident."

"How annoying," Killian clicked his tongue.

As expected. Henry thought while deleting the banquet from the itinerary.

There weren’t many things that had irritated his boss to this extent.

One of them was the young lady of Rhodes, Emily.

She had even charmed Killian’s mother into welcoming her with open arms.

Whenever someone mentioned about Killian’s marriage, she would subtly hint at Emily as his prospect bride.

This had caused his boss a terrible headache.

But Henry had to admit it. Every time, Emily caused trouble for his boss, it was a sight to behold.

And he had the first row seat to witness his scary boss being pestered like that.

Truly enjoyable...