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The only person who calls me a kid would be the Duke of Rochester, right?
I looked back startled.
The duke had made an abrupt appearance, entering the living room.
No, what’s the duke doing here too?
“Duke of Rochester?”
I hurriedly walked over to the duke.
“Why did you come all the way here?”
“Hmm, this.”
However, the duke turned away from me, clearing his throat as he did.
What’s up with him?
I was tilting my head when the duke turned around with a determined expression as he handed me an envelope.
“I picked it up on my way here.”
He picked this up? What’s inside it?
I stared at the Duke with a dazed look.
Then the duke’s temper shot up for no reason.
“Are you going to open it or not?”
“Oh? Ah, yes…”
Charlize quickly opened the letter and was lost for words.
T-This…
‘It’s a blank check!!’
It was a blank check signed by the Duke of Rochester, the richest man in the empire!
My hands began to tremble.
The duke, who was watching my expressions closely, struck while the iron was hot and spoke in an unwavering voice.
“Don’t get any wrong thoughts. I didn’t give that to you because you’re cute.”
“…..um?”
“I just…”
The duke, who glanced at the empress during her argument with the crown prince, smirked at their quarrel and continued.
“My only concern if you went out in shabby clothes, is the worry the empress, who has taken care of you until now, would go through.”
“Yes, that’s it.” said the duke.
“That’s exactly it.” said the duke again, perhaps persuading himself more than anyone else.
The duke nodded with a solemn look.
Then.
“Hello, brother.”
The empress, who agreed on a temporary truce with Damian, opened her mouth albeit her voice slightly muffled.
“Even if my brother hadn’t done so, I was prepared with all the dresses she would need, right Charlize?”
However, upon hearing those words, the duke’s eyes lit up in open protest against the Empress.
“I can’t possibly let Her Majesty, the mother of the empire, be troubled with such a trivial matter, I’ll take care of this little one…”
“Brother, if you’re always busy with national matters, could you even afford to spend time paying attention to Charlize’s dress, let alone deal with the intricacies of picking out the right dress?”
The two looked at each other, eyes squinted with unyielding expressions.