Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 296 - 94: Flirting

However, despite Aske looking fully burdened and menacing, there were still some men bold enough to approach him.

"Ladies..." A young nobleman with a smile on his face came forward, but before he could finish speaking, Medea interrupted him:

"Call me madam."

"Madam?" The young noble’s eyebrows twitched. This red-haired beauty who appeared young and had a voluptuous figure, was she already married? Damn, who was so quick! What a pity, if she’s already married...

Even better, isn’t that more thrilling!

He recomposed his thoughts and with a smile stated the reason he had prepared in advance: it turned out that the clothing stores the ladies had previously visited, as well as the original supplier of the clothes they were wearing, were all owned by this nobleman.

He graciously thanked everyone for their patronage and then complimented the ladies on their beauty, smoothly proposing a so-called paid commercial collaboration: he hoped the ladies would wear these clothes to take some beautiful high-definition photos for commercial advertising for his family’s clothing store.

Of course, this was just a passable excuse; the fundamental purpose was to foster closer relationships, which in other words meant flirting. His method was rather clever, satisfying the ladies’ vanity while also appealing to their interest in monetary gains.

Taking photos was not something that could be done immediately; it required makeup, finding the right setting, with ample time needed to prepare, enough for the nobleman to subtly display his family background during their interaction, in the hopes of winning the ladies’ affections.

Be it a madam, a maiden, or a young girl, as long as she was beautiful, he wanted her. This wasn’t greed, but confidence, stemming from the strong self-assurance he had built up following multiple successful conquests in the past using this seduction strategy.

"I think not," Medea said, her fingers pressed against her lips, a hint of seductive smile on her face, "my husband is right behind, he is quite possessive, gets jealous easily, and wouldn’t accept my photos being displayed publicly."

An obvious excuse. The nobleman looked toward the man carrying numerous bags behind her, thinking disdainfully, "Probably just this lady’s guard."

However, he wasn’t foolish enough to directly dismiss this notion, but gracefully showed a look of regret and then extended the invitation to the remaining ladies.

No worries, even if you don’t participate in the photoshoot, as long as one of your companions agrees, I’ll smoothly invite you to join for fun.

Apart from the charming Medea, the most attractive of those present was surely the young Princess Thira. She sighed internally, regretting not wearing a mask, and then responded lightly under the man’s gentle yet intense gaze,

"Sorry, my boyfriend also dislikes me taking such jobs."

"It’s just a photo shoot," said the nobleman elegantly.

"He’s a bit narrow-minded," Thira pointed to Aske behind her and suggested, "Maybe you could ask him?"

Nobleman: ???

Wait a minute! Your boyfriend and her husband, are they the same person?

Of course, he wouldn’t really go ask Aske; that would undoubtedly be a humiliation.

After a moment of silence, the nobleman showed a slightly embarrassed smile and turned his gaze toward Peggy:

"Excuse me, my beautiful lady, you surely mustn’t be already spoken for?"

Due to her petite stature, Peggy looked much younger than Thira (though they were about the same age), leading the nobleman to guess she was perhaps around fifteen years old. It would be quite unreasonable, he thought, for someone so young to already have a boyfriend.

Peggy slightly curled her lips and said,

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"Maid?!" The nobleman’s face stiffened. How could there be such a beautiful maid? Always staying close to her master, and his wife tolerates it?

"And the personal kind," Peggy added another stab to his heart, "I have already warmed his bed."

"You all..." The nobleman’s face finally couldn’t hold back its color. To be honest, being rejected was one thing, but everyone clearly using that guard to shield themselves was an undisguised taunt and ridicule. He was about to retort angrily when he heard Mia and Miel laughing together,

"We, ah, we are maid apprentices too!"

"Damn!" The nobleman finally couldn’t stop himself from cursing out loud as he stormed off. The girls giggled together, following him.

"Isn’t that a bit too harsh?" Miel asked.

"What’s too harsh about it?" Medea scoffed with a smile, "Just look at his practiced tone; it’s clear he doesn’t know how many girls he’s preyed on using that tactic. Thinking he can flirt with me as if I’m some naïve girl, I’m already being nice not slapping him!"

"Thira’s excuse was horrible," Peggy couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "What boyfriend? If the other side was a bit more shameless, directly making it clear he wanted to steal her away, what would you do? It’s not like she’s officially engaged!"

"Then I’d also give him a slap," Thira said, covering her mouth with laughter.

The nobleman left in a rage, the more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. He considered himself a veteran in romantic matters; when had he ever been teased and mocked by a bunch of young girls?

He contemplated several revenge plans, like kidnapping, but they seemed too disgraceful; he wasn’t that kind of nouveau riche noble to ruin his reputation over such an affair. But scaring them was possible since they unanimously declared that the guard behind them was their husband/boyfriend/master, right?

Maybe hire some local thugs to provoke them while they watched, then have that guard beaten up severely, to see their reactions. Panic was inevitable; they may even scream in fear. Then he could make his grand appearance, scold the thugs away, throw some indifferent remarks, and then relish their embarrassed expressions.

Thinking this way, the nobleman’s anger dissipated somewhat, replaced by a touch of satisfaction. This plan seemed feasible, but just to be safe, he needed to find out the identities of these girls first.

Five beautiful girls, each outstanding, and clearly acquainted with one another, obviously were not from Mingxing City; otherwise, the young masters’ circle would have already been abuzz with their presence. From what one could tell by their attire and demeanor, these were clearly not ignorant village women; and they had a guard—though pitiable, him carrying all that luggage. He was clearly a legitimate armed person.

Hiring thugs still seemed risky, perhaps employ a few family guards instead? The nobleman was contemplating this, frowning, when he heard a voice from behind.

"Nolunde?"

"Miss Eleanor," the nobleman turned and upon seeing her, immediately put on his perfect smile. Daughter of the Weisbach family, Princess of the Bavarian Duchy, she stood there with another young lady, casting a puzzled look his way.

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