Chapter 27: Primal Fangs

Chapter 27: Primal Fangs

"They changed the date?" Rosalind narrowed her eyes when she received another invitation from Grace.

"It seems that Victoria couldn't hold herself back anymore." She smiled. Not showing herself in public was the right move. Right now, they want her to expose herself to the citizens, embarrass herself and make the old man lose face.

This would then prompt the old man to marry her off the Duke.

While she too wanted to marry the Duke to get away from this place, she needed to be smart about her moves. She didn't want to make it too obvious and made it seem like it was the Lux Family who pushed her away.

Rosalind wanted to cover her bases as early as she could. She wanted to make sure that the Empire would only blame the Lux Family for pushing her away.

"Yes, Young Lady," Milith said. "This one this one is suspicious about why she invited the other well-known nobles. Moreover, I've heard rumors that the Duke is going to visit the estate at this time. I believe she is scheming against the Young Lady."

Knowing that it was the old man who summoned Rosalind back, Victoria wouldn't have the courage to scheme against her. The Victoria that she knew wasn't as bold as this.

Unless, of course, she had the permission of her very own husband. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Did Martin really agree to push her toward the Duke? Did he not know that all the women who were about to marry the Duke had died?

Rosalind laughed.

Right.

Her father never cared about her.

The man doesn't hate her or love her. He simply doesn't care about her existence. How could someone do that to their own child? But then again, Martin had always doubted her paternity. Even though it has been proven that she was a Lux, Martin never treated her as if she was one. As such, he would go to extreme lengths to avoid her.

This happened even in her past life, too.

His indifference was no longer a surprise.

"Very well, I will join them." And play their games.

But first, she is going to visit the black market.

......

"It was a miracle," Pratt's wife, Lucilla said, tears streaming down her cheeks as she held Rosalind's hands. "Since she was born, this is the first time she was able to sleep all throughout the night. We have given her different medication and "

Rosalind nodded with a smile on her face. It had been two days since she set foot in the black market, two days since she did the first treatment, and two days since she had seen the Duke who spent hundreds of thousands worth of gold on her books.

After two days, she was back.

"Please tell us what you want," Lucilla said as she looked back at her husband. Her tear-stricken face looked pale and fragile which made her look even weaker. "We will give you anything," Lucilla said.

She was confident that the entrepreneur would see her value and agree to her request. After all, there were very influential people from influential families that were born with the dark curse. This would not only establish the name of the Four Quarter Masters but bring them an extravagant amount of profits.

"I see it seems that Miss Lin is indeed very clever," Pratt smiled. "I agree. I will stop any ongoing investigation about your identity."

"Thank you. Since I will be the one doing the healing, I will choose my clients, and the merchant group cannot force me to do anything," she stated.

"That is not a problem."

"Second," Rosalind held two fingers towards him. "I want rock relics"

"Hm?"

"I want all the relics that you can find. It would be better for you to buy the most useless ones."

"Huh? The most useless ones? Miss Lin I don't "

"I want everything black," Rosalind said. "And white."

"But please keep it as discreet as possible. I don't want to attract any more attention."

"Black and white? But rock relics are "

"Inexpensive?"

"I wanted to use popular. Even kids play with them as they are useless."

'Not for long,' Rosalind smiled inwardly.

"It will make my healing abilities stronger," Rosalind lied. "I told you the reason behind my actions in good faith. After all, we will have a beneficial partnership in the future. Am I right, Mr. Pratt?"

"Of Of course!" Mr. Pratt nodded.

"Very well I believe we are done. Shall we go talk to Alma about her treatment?"

"Before that." Lucila suddenly handed her another token. "A hundred thousand gold is inside this token. I will give you five times that after you heal my daughter."

Rosalind swallowed. That would give her six hundred thousand gold coins! Even in her last life, she was not able to have that much money!

"My daughter's life is worth more than that," Lucilla said softly. Suddenly, she got up and bowed. "So, on behalf of the Pratt family and my maternal family, if you successfully heal my daughter, I promise to assist you in anything that you want to do. I promise to keep you safe. You will be our benefactor and we will be forever in your debt."

"This " Rosalind's eyes widened. How could the wife of the head make such a promise?

"Ah I believe there might be some misunderstanding. I wasn't able to introduce my wife properly," Mr. Pratt smiled proudly. "She is Lucilla Montgomery Pratt, the current heiress of the Primal Fangs, a mercenary guild from the South."