“Mr. Lindberg!”

A bunch of people dressed to the nines walked toward Danrique and greeted him in Erihalean.

Francesca hadn't known a lick of Erihalean when she first came, so all she had picked up were a

couple of phrases from living in the castle for the past few days.

By the sound of it, she realized that these were the right-hand men of the Harrington, Yarrow, and

Atkinson families.

They were still treating him with a lot of respect and Francesca couldn't really tell that anything was up.

Feuds between families were always complicated, though, and Francesca couldn't be bothered to think

about it.

She wouldn't have had to think about it if she hadn't sensed that they kept glancing over at her, as if

trying to figure out where she came from.

Danrique didn't introduce her to them, and they didn't ask either. They simply continued chatting until

they reached the palace.

The palace was practically shimmering with gold and bright lights. The opalescent diamond chandeliers

glittered and the music flowed gently among the large hall. It created an elegant, romantic atmosphere

along with the soft chatter from the well-dressed guests.

It was quite the grand sight.

However, the moment Danrique walked into the hall with Francesca, everyone turned to look and

bowed at them.

Two middle-aged men walked over and greeted Danrique enthusiastically.

Francesca didn't really understand, but she managed to catch that they were the heads of the Yarrow

and Atkinson families.

They weren't as humble as the righthand men from before, but they were enthusiastic and friendly, as if

they were a pair of uncles who were proud of their successful nephew. They even asked about

Francesca.

Danrique placed an arm around her shoulder and said, “This is my fiancee, Cece.”

“Fiancee?”

The Yarrow and Atkinson families were both extremely shocked and their expressions became almost

theatrical.

“Wow! The two of them were busy picking out suitable candidates for you. To think that you've already

got a fiancee!”

Francesca looked up at the sound of a casual voice and saw a tall, handsome man.

He looked to be about thirty to forty years old and his eyes were extremely deep-set. His features were

chiseled like that of a Roman bust and he had a dangerous aura radiating from his gaze despite the

fake smile on his lips.

The fake smile remained as he looked Francesca up and down.

She wasn’t scared in the slightest. On the contrary, she stared back with a raised eyebrow, looking for

all the world as if she was ready to challenge him.

After all, she had already seen a countless number of carnivorous beasts in the wild. Why would she

be afraid of any human being?

She wasn't even afraid of Danrique, so she certainly wouldn't be afraid of him.

“We were planning to announce it soon. What's the rush, anyway?”

Danrique brought Francesca in closer to his embrace as he spoke and stared at the other man coldly.

“Hello, Harrier.”

“Where did you find your little girlfriend, Danrique?” Harrier finally looked away from Francesca and at

Danrique instead. “She's pretty cute.”

Danrique frowned.

“Yes!” Gerard said. “Since Danrique already has a fiancee, we-”

“Harrier!”

Danrique was already on the verge of losing his temper. Read at

Harrier sounded completely nonchalant, as if he were trying to coddle Danrique.

It would have been hard to get angry at him without a concrete reason.

Danrique was about to speak when Francesca opened her mouth. “Sure! I'd love to see them.”

Everyone turned to look at her. She may have been petite, but her eyes gleamed and she seemed

completely at ease in such a difficult situation.