The Villainess Will Leave Without Any Regrets - Chapter 88

Then.

At least it meant that Abella could not leave the Charope Empire. Did she not settle in Vincent with the intention of returning to Timur, even though she could have left Charope even when she had left at the age of fifteen?

Therefore, she had no intention of going to Clemington.

As Enoch was also beyond her boundaries; she wouldn’t go deep into Enoch any more.

Abella tilted her teacup.

Although she might get a little tired, she thought it would be okay to have a young lady from an influential family as her assistant, acting as a buffer between her and Enoch.

‘I’ll have to find a suitable person.’

She had to ask Yuri to pick out the characters and throw her words at Enoch.

In fact, it was better to have other people inside if she thought about the future.

The future when Abella stepped down from her position and Simon took it.

All the more, knowing that Enoch had come to Timur because of his feelings for Abella.

There was no guarantee that Enoch would work for Amerigo even after Abella left.

Her mind began to scramble again.

Originally, in this case, it was better to ask for help from Amerigo’s vassal families, but it was confirmed that they could not be trusted.

She’d rather get it from another family.

Or bring in strangers.

“Hmm…”

It may be difficult to find it in Timur because it is closed, but that doesn’t mean there was none.

Abella stirred the teacup with the spoon indiscriminately.

The good news was that Amerigo’s business is going pretty well.

A prototype of the magic stones produced in the mines of Amerigo was going to be released soon.

At least she felt better when something that could be called Amerigo’s foundation business was settling down.

Did it feel like the burden on her heart has been eased?

‘I need something more marketable.’

Abella was in trouble.

*

It was a truly hellish night, Yuri could guarantee. It felt like the fantasy she had about the hotel suite was shattered and tossed at her feet.

Blergh-

Yuri was nauseated and ran out of the hotel first.

She spent a night in the same room with the emperor, arguing all night.

The guards around the hotel were strict as there was an emperor’s presence.

The emperor’s aides had closed down all nearby rooms of the room they were using so that his steps were not revealed, and no one could even guess who the emperor stayed with in that room.

Yuri was almost thrown out of the hotel like a piece of luggage.

Yuri stared at the hotel with trembling eyes.

She didn’t know if Enoch would come out alive from within.

“Ha… This was a really strange night.” Yuri bit her tongue. She flagged down a carriage passing by and got on hurriedly.

“Where are you going?”

“Amerigo mansion!” Yuri shouted with an evil voice. Abella’s doubts about her must be completely removed.

Before she got involved in something like this again!

She organized the stories in her head that she had to tell Abella as soon as they met, and repeated them over and over.

Obviously, Abella knew that Cade would show up. But how?

In fact, the one with the most secrets was Abella herself…

The resentment quickly faded when she thought of the employment contract placed between Abella and Yuri.

Yuri let out a long sigh and straightened her hair.

The corners of Yuri’s eyes, which were steaming overnight, were red.

First,

The emperor was crazy.

That guy was crazy.

No.

This was not her report to Abella. Didn’t Abella know that the Emperor had such a personality?

Yuri let out a sigh mixed with tears.

Suddenly, the view of Amerigo was getting closer.

Yuri stepped out of the carriage.

“Open the door, Abella!”

Yuri knocked on the door.

“Let’s go inside.”

The butler, who had been waiting for her, opened her main door. Yuri stared at the butler with wide open eyes and jumped inside.

Abella, she guessed this too. What!

Yuri clenched her teeth.

*

Lorelia tilted her glass.

Even though it was early morning, no one stopped her. It was also time for Simon to sleep. Although the maids watched her with a frown on their heart, they did not stop Lorelia.

The red wine that wet her lips and disappeared lord like blood.

“Haha. That father’s daughter.”

How did she look so cold?

Lorelia touched her aching forehead. Under Abella’s gaze, she knew that the enthusiasm and the affection were fading away.

The process was as terrifying as it had been with Diego before.

So did Diego.