RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 321: Mia Midaford

"Ahhh, what is this?" I asked myself, looking between the two women.

Other than Lia holding me up, no other action had been taken against me, yet in the presence of both females, I felt as if needles were prickling my skin all over.

"I knew Albert had two wives, one abandoned," I looked to the blonde, "and the other rescued," I looked to Lia.

What I didn't expect, though, was that both women actually cared for him and, dare I say, loved him."

My words got no reactions from the two women, so I continued, my expression fearless.

"Now, concerning your husband.

Sincerely, I want to extend my condolences and at the same time make it clear that I had nothing to do with your husband's death.

I get that you both miss the time you spent with him and the fact that the cuddles, kisses, and fucks will never happen again, but please, do not direct your grievance at me.

I'm just a young man who helped Albert in his time of need some time in the past."

When I stopped talking, I looked at both females, searching for a flicker of emotion in their eyes, but I was disappointed.

At least Lia looked at me with annoyance; the blonde MILF stared at me like I was a simple item.

From the look in her eyes, I could swear that she had no care or blame for me regarding the death of her husband.

"Wait... Albert is your ex-husband, isn't he?

You know, it's rare to see an ex-wife and wife coming together.

It's amazing what death can do."

Was I a little chatty? Yes, but no one should blame me.

Try being held up by the neck and stared at by two beautiful and powerful women.

While I had a trump card ready if the two flipped on me, the problem I faced was that my connection to the fallen knight was supposed to be a secret.

'Marcus Lawson, the man responsible for the eradication of the Agnum Group and the destruction of the Quintell Abulak.

He has under his command one of the high-level knights of the Church.'

As nice as it was to have this said about me, if it happened anytime close to now, I'd be cooked.

Forget the hunt that would be put out by the friends and remaining members of the Agnum Group—I'd have the Church, in its full capacity, sending people after me.

Thinking of the curly-haired knight I had met in the Hyde Park tunnel in London, and people like him being sent after me, I felt a bit weak.

I didn't fear the two women before me, I worried about the aftermath of engaging them.

"Lia, Mia, please drop the boy and return to your seats."

The last person in the room I expected to speak, did, and to my surprise, I was dropped to the ground.

Lia had been quite firm with her grip, so I rubbed my throat as I got up.

"Mr. Mongraty, won't you tell them to apologize to me? Justice would be nice."

Letting go of me, Lia immediately headed back to her spot at the front. The now-named Mia also did the same, heading to the right, her daughter and two guards following behind.

Both women had no reaction to my words, and Mongraty replied:

"If you can get the justice out of them, then by all means, take it."

"Thank you," I said solemnly.

Mongraty, who had his gaze locked on me, raised a brow at my repentant tone. Grinning at him, I turned to the one person in the whole room who actually deserved pity.

Though by now Grace had regained control of her expression, it would take more than a few minutes for her eyes to fully regain calm after being exposed to a whole new side of life.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. We should move in front. Your exchange has ruined these seats."

Agreeing with Grace, we moved two rows forward.

The blonde I had sent through the wall trudged back to his mother's side this time.

As I took my seat, I turned to the left and watched as the blonde man glared daggers at me while returning.

Then, when he turned to his mother, a single glance from her had shame filling his entire being.

"I think I did exactly what you guys didn't want, I made enemies. A lot, too."

My eyes moved to the other siblings at that last sentence.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know."

Grace's answer surprised me, and I turned to her, a bit of disappointment in my gaze.

"Don't worry. I'm also at fault for not letting you in on the bigger picture."

"It's okay. I tried to screw you over."

"True."

"Due to the interruption, I will give a 10-minute break for everyone to get back in order. Then we'll continue," Mongraty said from the front, the obvious reason for his words being the blonde at the front who, at some point, had collapsed.

Seeing him return, I hadn't expected him to pass out, and now I had to deal with several gazes turning to me, the casters and their cousins not excluded.

"The blonde people, who are they?" Grace asked from the side, her eyes unable to meet mine.

It was obvious the feelings running through my one-time personal lawyer.

"Think of an elite family full of people with pure blonde hair."

My reply had Grace's forehead scrunched in confusion, but before she strained herself unnecessarily, I gave her a better hint:

"I mean a family at the highest of levels."

For the norms of the world, even if I gave them this hint, it would mean nothing.

I mean, how many people even knew the origin tribe of the Rothschilds? And those guys were popular.

For Grace, my hint was all she needed to get the answer—but then she was in denial.

"Yeah, I understand.

I mean sure, Albert was rich, but how did he manage to bag one of the daughters of the Midaford?"

"If I go by her name, then, except there's another member of the family with the same name, Albert married not just any woman from the Midaford, but the first daughter of Gam Midaford."

"Hmm… something tells me Gam Midaford is a major name."

"Because it is," Grace harshly whispered.

"Rumors are Gam left his 30% control of the Midaford fortune to his daughter.

We should all be bowing at the feet of that woman."

"Wow, look at you suddenly all energetic," I teased.

My words reminded Grace of how downfallen she had been just seconds ago, and the woman blushed a beautiful red,

natural and from the heart.