Night Monarch's Cannon Fodder Bride-Chapter 50: Friends That Can’t Be Friends

"Food indeed tastes better with good company," the young master said, not the least bit bothered that the plate he placed in front of Severine was untouched.

Cautious, huh? That’s pretty satisfactory.

He never liked idiots, and Severine’s every twitch only served to further cement his decision to approach her.

In a good mood, he wiped his already-clean mouth for the second time. Placing the tissue on the table, he turned his full attention to the guest.

"You don’t like coffee? What do you like then? Juice? I think I have some fruits in the refrigerator."

"Can you open the door now?"

"Tsk. I thought we were building a great friendship over a meal."

Severine merely glanced at Emmett before returning her gaze to the thick stacks of papers scattered on the bean bag nearby.

The theories of stock markets. Finance. Investment. Economics. Global Markets. Corporate & Entrepreneurship.

Unlike Damien, who was merely using his degree as a cover for his playtime, Emmett was serious about his future.

He not only ranked first in his major, but he was also a vital participant in the academy’s team for the EruditionLeague—a prestigious international competition.

Emmett was a capable man. Anyone who had dealt with him, even remotely, understood that. Even the members of branch families flooded his phone when they needed help.

He could easily handle the conflict that others couldn’t.

And so did Damien.

But Emmett was also an intelligent man.

Although the difference seemed to blur under the shadow of their elders’ influence, it was there nonetheless.

Had the D’Arden family not declined over the past decade due to their stubborn clinging to old ways, they might have been far more powerful than the Rhodes family.

After knowing all of it, how dare she let her guard down?

"Do you have important classes? How about I tutor you? It’ll also save you time to return in the evening."

Severine had an urge to grab the heaviest-looking book of investments and slam it on Emmett’s head.

My temper is getting worse.

It was as if she were on the verge of losing control. Maybe it was a sign that her death was near?

"Fine. Fine."

Emmett stood up, and Severine instantly followed him toward the exit.

The door had closed on its own after sensing them entering the house. Without Emmett’s fingerprints, it wouldn’t budge.

If not for that, she had no intention of sitting there, waiting for Emmett to finish his meal.

Before Emmett’s finger could touch the sensor panel, he casually withdrew it.

Amid Severine’s confusion and wariness, he turned to face her.

"I can help you with Damien’s situation, you know."

He put his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the door, crossing one foot over the other.

He had been waiting for Severine to ask a favor. Yet she remained silent, which was mildly annoying if not bothersome.

I clearly look reliable and responsible. Definitely more than that overgrown child, Damien.

With no other choice, he spoke up for himself. Otherwise, she might have left just like that. Her wall of indifference was far too obvious.

"Our families are close friends, so I can stop him." At least, he’ll restrain himself—of that, Emmett could make sure.

"Why? What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just helping a friend out," the young master said with an easy smile—one that might have melted the hearts of love-struck ladies.

Severine nearly scoffed.

If she believed his nonsensical words, she would truly deserve the bitter fate that awaited her.

Damien was aggressive, but he was upfront. His hate was as blunt as his fists. They lashed at anyone he deemed unworthy.

Emmett, however, was the complete opposite. His liking or hatred was measured behind the same smile, making it nearly impossible to guess his intentions.

In the novel, he kept this flippant attitude till the very end. Only realizing how much Alina meant to him when she was already legally wedded to Damien.

"We," Severine pointed a finger between them. "Are not friends. And we can never be friends."

She was only there to stop the engagement talk between the two. However, if this second male lead insisted on spouting lies, she didn’t mind escalating things a bit.

The decorative white vase near the door was easy to grab. All she had to do was smash it over his head—something she was quite experienced at by now.

Emmett raised a curious brow, his green eyes shimmering under the bright light.

Despite being half a head taller than Severine, he could feel the oppressive aura radiating from her, filled with murderous intent.

Ah, I was hasty, he clicked his tongue, chiding himself for his impatience.

What was the point of arranging this meeting if he ended up scaring the pretty doll away?

"Fine, fine. No need to be so serious." He turned back and pressed his thumb onto the sensor.

Beep.

The doors opened with a soft creak, allowing the fresh grassy scent drift inside.

Severine was quick on her feet as she left the building.

On the way, she felt too many eyes on her. Was it because of the punishment, or her arrival from Emmett’s dorm?

She honestly couldn’t guess, nor did she care.

There were a few things she had decided to do before anything happened to her.

The first was to sign her rights. After her death, her investment company would continue under Samuel’s guidance, along with the team she had built from scratch.

She had already signed her will yesterday before Alina had barged into the auditorium hall.

Second was to establish a charity for bright students, irrespective of whether they were Awakeners or ordinary people.

Before everything was set in motion, she couldn’t let anyone ruin it. Not Damien, not Emmett, and especially not her mother, Isabella.

And if by some miracle she survived... Ah, I didn’t think of it at all...

Perhaps, in the deepest corners of her mind, she wanted peace. Death was eternal peace, wasn’t it?