Sells looked at the line of words, feeling that this is really what a little liar would say, and he can speak so confidently back.
[I will bring a gift and wait for your appointment on a whim.]
After staying for a while, there was no further message from the other side. He switched to the contact interface with Nalen, and found that this colleague with strong self-esteem was really angry. Seeing this series of questions, Sells could almost imagine him sneering again and again.
The relationship between the two who had finally eased was repeatedly challenged, and this time it was Nallen who took the initiative to propose an invitation to show his favor. It seemed really inappropriate to do so by himself.
After thinking about it, Sells directly sent a communication request.
"What's the matter?" Naren's voice sounded calm.
Sells explained the backlash on the grounds that he was going to meet an important person tomorrow.
Naren snorted.
Could it be that the Chalvets could not bear the word "important"
Don't think he doesn't know: you're meeting a little guy.
Sells understood the first half of the meaning behind the sneer.
"We can go another day..."
"No need." Nalen interrupted him, and calmly stated that he would not force others to do anything difficult, that the party was a matter of your wishes, and he also emphasized that he overestimated the friendship between the two and made an abrupt request.
Sells: "…"
"It's late, Marshal." Naren paused for a moment: "I won't say good night, that's all."
The terminal beeps for being hung up.
This is indeed Sharvi's consistent style of dealing with things, grasping the key points to denounce, sonorous and forceful, and merciless.
But today, Sells has no intention of continuing to confront him.
Nalen thought that his strong accusation would make Sells fall into self-blame and remorse, but he never expected that half a minute after he interrupted the communication, the communicator rang again.
Can it still work
At least a few seconds should be set aside to repent for breaking the appointment!
What's more, he definitely won't go... He doesn't like beards, and he won't risk his identity to meet an annoying guy!
The good holiday mood was completely destroyed. He threw the communicator into a drawer and decided to ignore it for now.
The next day, the prince was up again with two huge dark circles under his eyes.
While eating breakfast, Yi Liya said earnestly, "Little uncle, it's not good to stay up late."
Nalen glanced at her: "Okay, the terminal will be confiscated tonight, lest you play until the early morning."
Elijah froze. Tears welled up in her innocent blue eyes, and her face was full of despair, unable to accept the unexpected bad news.
Nalen: "The exam is coming soon, and you should take it easy. If you take the last exam this time, no one will be able to save you when the eldest brother comes back."
Ilya burst into tears and threw herself into the arms of the old Prince Shalvet who had just entered the door.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Little uncle scared me!"
Nalen raised his head, met his father's serious face, and immediately sat up straight: "...Father, father, why are you here?"
The old Prince Sharvie picked up his granddaughter and sat beside Naren, saying: "The hunting festival is coming, of course I am coming back to participate in the celebration."
Naren nodded yes.
"It's time for you to pay attention. I heard that His Majesty has entrusted you with the preparation work this time?"
Nalen said yes.
"Do it well and don't make any mistakes."
Nalen went on to say good father.
"..."
The old prince stood up suddenly, and Naren raised his head, his gray-green eyes flickered.
"I'll come back to see you, but you can't have a good word."
Nalen blinked and said tentatively, "Father, it is really a pleasure to see you."
The old prince was silent.
He put down his granddaughter and leaned over to give his younger son a huge hug.
"Um!"
Naren, who was overwhelmed by his father's love, emptied his eyes and couldn't help trembling in his heart—fuck it was scary.
If the time goes back a few decades, the influence of the old prince in the empire is no less than that of Searles today. The only difference between the two is that he is not keen on idol worship, nor does he like to show his face in front of the public, so he didn't gain too many fans.
When Naren saw this iron-blooded and majestic father, he was always worried.
Even though he is now an adult and his temper has grown, but in front of his mighty old father, he is as obedient as a primary school student.
"This time I went out, I brought you a gift."
The old prince took out a delicate little box, "Illya."
The little loli who was named accepted the gift happily.
The old prince threw another dagger, and it hit Naren's desk with a "Kang Dang".
He almost suspected that his father would say in the next second: "Kill yourself."
but didn't—
"This is the weapon I asked my old friend to forge for you."
Naren honestly held up the dagger, hesitantly said: "Father, the emperor has weapons control... knives cannot be carried with you."
Some streets and large shopping malls have security inspection systems. Unless a pass-through disk is installed on the terminal, once a suspicious knife is brought, half a day will be spent on security inspection.
The old prince: "Who told you to take it with you!"
Nalen immediately replied that he understood his father.
The old prince said angrily: "This can also be an ornamental weapon for collection."
Nalen said that he must put it away and watch it every morning, noon and night.
The gift from his father is too heavy, and he wants to worship it with a pious attitude.
The old prince hadn't had breakfast before his arrival, so Naren ordered his attendants to make another.
During the period, Naryn was asked if any important events had happened recently. He omitted the entanglement between himself and Sayers, and briefly described the matter about the scepter.
The old prince asked some other questions, and Naren answered them one by one.
"Anyone you like?"
Naren froze, with a dazed expression.
The old prince coughed: "This time I went out and met a good friend from high school. Her niece is a lecturer in a key college in the imperial capital. She is about your age, so..."
Naren: "Your friend's niece is my sister, and I will take good care of her."
The old prince: "..."
Ilya laughed happily: "Grandpa, I want an aunt, uncle is fine too!"
Naren glanced at her lightly.
"Father, I am very worried about Illya's education."
Elijah: "..."
He first talked about Ilya's general performance during this period, and then described in detail how she sneaked to the hot spring club with the invitation letter, successfully bringing the topic to others.
Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren had a lively conversation that lasted for hours.
Nalen lowered his eyelids and glanced at the time quietly, and before he knew it, it was almost nine o'clock.
Sells' appointment was 13:00.
No... He didn't plan to keep the appointment, so what to do with these things.
The old prince narrowed his eyes: "Naron?"
"What's wrong?" He sat up straight.
"Your mother left early, and Gal never made me worry about it, but you... all the boys in the Monte family have a partner, so you have to hurry up."
Nalen: "Sells lost his morals after drinking, how can this be regarded as a target?"
The old prince heard the dissatisfaction in his son's tone, and said: "But he already has a goal. If you don't like the teacher, General Yisi also contacted me a few days ago. He has a daughter, you should recognize her, named Mo La, I can see her more when I have time."
Naren sneered.
Not long ago, I saw a photo of a bearded man standing in front of the clubhouse from Sells, and learned that it was streamed from a live broadcast platform. Afterwards, he searched and found that the anchor was actually Miss Mora.
He even saw his back in her photo album, which should have been taken at the sunset volcano party.
No wonder he always felt that something was peeping at him that day, it was not an illusion.
The old prince patted the table: "Correct your expression!"
Naren quickly withdrew his sneer and looked at him expressionlessly.
"Hmph!" Facing such an obedient son, the old prince only felt depressed.
After breakfast, the old prince announced that he would end his retirement life in the country and move back to the Chalvet mansion.
His room was always cleaned, so he didn't have to do much to check in. Naren gave the old father his troubled niece and sneaked back to the room by himself.
Today is a public holiday, so it should be a good time to play and rest. Naren, however, did not feel the slightest joy.
He was caught in a difficult choice.
While meditating, an email came from workaholic Marshall. After Naren clicked on it, he found that it was the final list of the Hunting Festival. Suddenly remembering what Sells said to himself last night, he replied the email.
[Plus Sells and me.]
Marshall responded with three giant question marks.
[Searles has made it clear to me that he will participate in this year's hunt, and I will also participate.]
Marshall sent a series of periods.
Nalen thought, such a work attitude will be put on small shoes.
At noon, the old prince planned to take his granddaughter and youngest son out for dinner. Naren declined, citing his busy schedule.
Then I opened the window of the room and lay on the bench to bask in the sun.
"Didi."
The communicator in his hand suddenly rang.
Nalen sat up abruptly, realizing that he had overreacted, cursed inwardly, and then opened the message without haste.
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Huge selfie.
Sells propped his forehead with one hand, and a ridiculous beard was crooked on his handsome face.
[Try it, but it doesn't work well, is there any trick?]
Naren: "..."
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Sells sent another picture of the indoor environment. Through the glass windows, he could vaguely recognize that it was on Langton Street.
However, this picture looks a bit familiar... I can't remember it for a while.
Nalen held the communicator in his hands, lowered his head, and remained motionless in an unchanged posture.
The attendants who passed by the window almost thought that something had happened, but saw the moody prince of his family straighten up and close the window with a "Peng".
After a while, Naren, who changed into a pure black suit, walked out of the room—the short black hair was soft and clean, with slightly curly ends, his gray-green eyes turned half a circle, his expression was reserved and proud, and he exuded a well-groomed atmosphere .
Attendant: "..."
Like a male peacock with its tail on, Naren also picked out a sporty sports car from the garage, and walked away under the watchful eyes of his attendants.
4843 Longton Street.
He found out that this was the store where he was sexually harassed last time.
Nalen frowned, as if recalling an unpleasant scene.
The waiter who received him was still a familiar face, the one who called the security for him to drive him away.
"Hi, do you have an appointment?"
Nalen scanned the hall and said directly, "Take me to the box area."
The boxes in the coffee shop are semi-enclosed, through the gap in the partition, you can see the blurred silhouettes of the people inside.
He focused his attention on observing the scenes outside the windows on both sides, and finally found an angle that fit Sells' selfie photo, and stopped.
"Sir, there are already people inside."
Nalen nodded: "I just think he looks familiar."
He faltered, turned around, and said, "It looks like a guy who broke his promise."