Chapter 1057: The Point of No Return ( 1057 )

Ara~ Looks like the young master is aroused~

I know what he wants~ And it’s been so long since we’ve done it.

Gloria casually guided Javier’s hand from hers to rest on her thigh, just above her knee, hidden from view by the table.

Let’s see how far he’s going to take this~

Javier’s fingers began a slow, subtle caress along the smooth fabric of her maid uniform, tracing the curve of her thigh.

Oh my~ He really wants it~

Ah~ I want it too, but as a graceful girl, I won’t be the one asking~

And not to mention Liana is always there to meddle. Always.

She knows that I try to plan things, to get his attention and his... arousal... at just the right peak so I can have my chance. But Liana always shows up, always knows what I’m trying to do. It’s like she has a sixth sense for when I’m about to make my move.

Gloria’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk.

Someone’s going to get lucky tonight~

But first, I have to propose to Liana: rock, paper, scissors. And win it. Then I’ll get my time with him alone.

A small, knowing smirk touched Gloria’s lips as she kept her expression perfectly serene, watching Lord Tybalt read through the terms.

But... knowing Liana... she always wins.

Ugh! It’s like her luck is higher than mine!

Even if I win rock-paper-scissors, she’ll meddle in it. She knows how to set conditions and everything. Always with her "first wife privilege."

And if she wins, she won’t even consider sharing. She’ll take him for the whole night. That witch elf. Mou! Always trying to keep him to herself when she gets the chance.

Hmm... how can I persuade her if I win? So Liana won’t meddle when the young master is with me?

Gloria adjusted her glasses and smirked.

Alright~

If I win, I’ll propose a split: I get him first, then she takes a turn. Half the time for me, half for her.

She glanced at her mana watch.

Hmm... if we finish this negotiation in an hour or two, we might be able to cruise on the ship the young master mentioned. Even if that ship is fast, I think I could ask Liana to persuade him to go slow so we can enjoy the night~

Now the next problem is those virgins~

If they ask where the young master is...

Ah... let’s just handle it. If it’s my turn with the young master, it’s Liana’s job to keep them occupied. And when it’s her turn, I’ll do the same. That way, no one feels left out, and everyone gets what they want... eventually.

Gloria noticed Javier’s hand starting to slip under her skirt.

She adjusted her glasses and smiled, leaning in to whisper.

"Young master~ Please behave for now. We are in front of Lord Tybalt and his court."

"Oh... right." Javier said, slowly removing his hand and acting casual again.

Ara~ Looking at the noticeable tent in his trousers, I know he’s already pent up.

Poor young master. A normal guy with five beautiful fiancées, all sleeping in the same bed every night, but bound by their own rules and schedules... It must be torture.

Don’t worry, young master~ You’ll get lucky tonight~

That time, you can let it all out. No holding back, no interruptions.

Gloria adjusted her glasses while looking at Javier, who was shifting slightly in his seat, clearly restless.

The discussion began, with Kayra explaining to her husband what she had learned from Javier earlier.

Javier laid out the conditions in a calm, serious manner, his tone measured and precise.

Questions and answers went back and forth. Garzin clearly stammered through his responses, his eyes darting nervously between Javier and the document. He looked genuinely intimidated, not just by the terms, but by Javier himself, who carried the same unnerving presence as his father.

Gloria watched them discuss everything while Javier leaned back in his chair, composed and unreadable.

Clearly, the Lord of Tybalt is scared of the young master.

Well, that’s good. My young master is a prince, he should watch his tongue.

If he tries anything disrespectful, I’ll crush him right here~

Gloria then noticed someone knock at the door. Cliff moved to answer it, and one of the maids whispered to him urgently.

"The lord is having a private discussion here," Cliff explained quietly.

"Sir Cliff, the food is ready. Should we serve it now?"

The discussion paused for a moment. Cliff moved toward Garzin and whispered the message.

Just as Garzin was about to signal for the meal to be brought in, Javier cleared his throat gently.

"Garzin."

"Y... yes, Your Highness?" Garzin stammered.

"I think it would be best if we continued to focus on the discussion without interruption. If you don’t mind, let us conclude our business first. We can share a meal afterward, as a gesture of goodwill and mutual understanding."

"But... Your Highness..." Garzin began, clearly flustered by the prospect of not offering hospitality to a royal guest.

Javier offered a slight, diplomatic smile. "A drink, perhaps, to ease the discussion. But let us keep the feast for when we have something to celebrate."

"As you wish, Your Highness." Garzin nodded and signaled to Cliff.

Cliff moved toward the door and quietly instructed the maid, who bowed and withdrew.

Gloria smiled, her heart fluttering.

The young master is really becoming good at this, diplomatic, firm, but not overbearing. He knows when to push and when to yield.

The discussion continued, with Javier answering each question smoothly and without hesitation.

"Now, Garzin."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Regarding Turka and Garka’s movements, you need not worry. As we speak, my soldiers are hovering in the skies above both of your borders, ensuring they cannot advance. You know as well as I do that Armand’s presence alone is enough to halt their momentum. Don’t misunderstand, your wife is the one who requested this intervention. But before we discuss the remaining conditions to help Tybalt rise again, I need your signature and seal on the formal request for military aid."

Javier leaned back in his chair, his expression serious.

"I don’t think you have a choice in this matter, Garzin. The moment my soldiers appeared in your skies, sonner or later , Kimar will knows. Armand’s neutrality in this conflict is already compromised. The question now is whether you will accept the help being offered, or whether you will let pride condemn your people to slaughter."

( End Of Chapter )