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Drake's eyes brightened at the news.
"Ms. Bianca..." He fumbled, uncertain where to place his hands. Surprise and greed were evident on his face.
Bianca reassured him with a smile. "It's alright. You're older than me, after all. Think of it as the young showing
respect for their elders."
He licked his lips, eager to taste the city's wine.
Taking advantage of the moment, Bianca served him food and encouraged him to eat more while smiling. His
tension decreased, and his true nature emerged. He consumed his meal with less grace, audibly munching on the
dishes.
Bianca frowned, her disgust more noticeable.
After three rounds of wine, Drake's caution waned. He patted his chest, assuring her, "Ms. Bianca, y- you're my
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsavior! Hehe... I'm not one for fancy words, but I'll be there whenever you need me! I won't hesitate to help!"
"Really?" That's what she wanted to hear.
"Of course!" Drake pledged, burping. "You've been so kind to me. If I don't repay you... Hic! Can I still call myself a
man?"
"Alright." She smiled. "I don't actually need your help. I just have a question for you."
"Hmm?"
"Who is Krystal Harding?"
Drake shook his head, sobering up slightly.
He looked at her skeptically, heart racing. 'She doesn't resemble Krystal's foolish child. Could it be... Lena changed
her name for revenge?' he thought.
Suddenly, he stood up with wide eyes, nearly flipping the table.
His actions startled Bianca, and her bodyguards surrounded him.
"W-What are you doing?" she yelled.
"You're Lena?" He gritted his teeth. "I-I should be the one asking what you're doing! You're something else,
changing your identity after running away and becoming some rich family's daughter? Have you forgotten who you
are?"
Bianca listened, stunned.
The bodyguards pinned him down before he could cause further chaos. The intoxicated and unruly Drake struggled,
creating a scene in the private room.
The bodyguards subdued him effortlessly. One even kicked the back of his knee, causing him to kneel before
Bianca.
"You fool!" His eyes blazed with anger. "You're an ingrate! I raised you!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBianca widened her eyes, her disbelief hard to conceal. In the midst of the chaos, she signaled her bodyguards to
escort her out, leaving Drake shouting from the room.
Once things settled, the bodyguards escorted the battered man out.
Bianca patiently waited for him in the adjacent room. Her composure was back, and she grinned slyly.
"Seems like you had a bit too much to drink, Mr. Drake."
Drake trembled on the floor, one eye swollen shut. He gazed at her with the other, which betrayed his panic.
"Who did you call a fool?"
"I-I..."
"My name is Bianca, Bianca Mosley. I've held this name for over two decades. What's it to you?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He kept apologizing. "I am sorry, Ms. Bianca. It's entirely my fault. I got confused and scared
you... I'm sorry!"
Bianca chuckled. "An apology won't be enough to mend this."
"What?"
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