His Highness’ Secret Accountant

Chapter 204

"I'm not in the mood for jokes."

"I'm asking seriously. I wonder what kind of crazy person broke our Princess' heart."

"Why? Are you going to kill him?"

"If you wish so."

At Ariel's dry words, the man shrugged and answered.

The two of them were calm despite having a terrible conversation.

Swoosh.

Ariel, who was making eye contact with the man, dropped the shawl she was wearing.

The temperature, which had been chilly in the morning, had risen considerably due to the scorching sunlight.

As if familiar with this, the maids behind her hurriedly picked up the fallen shawl.

"Let's put killing on hold for now I need to make contact with the community of merchants."

When Ariel finished speaking, the corners of her lips rose in an arc.

***

Ding-dong.

It was a day like the others.

Except for the sound of the bell, ringing clearly.

Orhan, who was taking a nap in the warm sunlight, frowned.

Seeing that Elin's hands, which had been busy cleaning the mansion, stopped, the bell sound coming from the front door didn't seem like a dream.

"Ugh, they don't let me rest. What kind of presumptuous person is it going to be this time"

"Shall I prepare some tea?"

"It's fine. It must be some high official who's crazy about money again. Don't worry and do your work. I'll take care of it."

Orhan stood up slowly and spoke bluntly.

Remembering those who had visited the community, Elin nodded, expressing agreement.

Trudge, trudge.

As Orhan was walking towards the entrance at a relaxed pace, a man with shabby clothes came into his eyes.

Orhan's eyebrows twitched as if intrigued by the man's seemingly calm attitude compared to his appearance.

In general, those who visited for the first time seemed to lose confidence in the strong energy and splendor of the mansion.

Either that or they were busy looking around everywhere.

But the man in front of him didn't apply to any of that.

He kept his sharp gaze and just stared at Orhan, who was approaching him, without saying a word.

"I apologize for coming belatedly. What brings you here?"

Orhan, who was suddenly standing in front of the man, spoke with a friendly smile.

Looking at him, it was clear that he had come to sell bad-looking products that have been passed down from generation to generation.

Showing signs of discomfort at Orhan's gaze, which was scanning him, the man answered in a low voice.

"Is this the Rumba Community of Merchants?"

"Yes. That's correct. Did you come here on someone's introduction?"

"I came because I heard you do things secretly But I guess I came to the wrong place. Never mind."

Orhan's playful eyes sank heavily at the man's meaningful words.

The man who had finished saying what he had to say, quickly turned around as if he had no more business.

"If that's the case, then you seem to have come to the right place. Let's go inside and talk about the details."

Orhan raised the corners of his mouth and spoke in a low voice behind the man's back.

He didn't know that the man in front of him was the big shot they had been waiting for so long.

***

"What did he say?"

"Who?"

As he held the teacup, Theon's eyes trembled slightly at Ayla's cold voice.

Maybe he was feeling like he did something wrong even though he didn't do anything.

Theon kept silent as he glanced at Ayla, who was standing next to him.

"Secretary Mason. Since you're quiet, it seems that you can't talk because of me."

"It was nothing important. You don't need to worry about it. The tea tastes good today."

Although he rambled in front of Mason, it was a different story if it was Ayla.

She didn't say anything, but she was probably worried all the time about the issue of his engagement to Ariel.

What if he told her that he was talking about the outfit he would wear to the engagement ceremony?

The result was obvious. It was best to endure it.

"This is a new cherry tea that came in. I heard it's good because it has a sweet scent."

Seeing Theon sipping the tea and avoiding her gaze, Ayla puffed her cheeks and spoke.

"Mm. I like it."

"You don't like fruit tea, do you?"

Cough, cough.

At Ayla's stinging voice, Theon coughed and put down the teacup he was holding.

Theon pursed his lips and looked at Ayla's unusual eyes.

No matter if he was the Crown Prince and how fearless he was, he was helpless in front of his loved person.

He felt shivers down his spine when he saw Ayla looking at him with sharp eyes.

"Tell me. It has something to do with me, right?"

"No To say that there is a connection is a bit dif"

Ayla put emphasis on her fierce eyes, as if telling him not to deceive her anymore.