The high priest had probably never been so humiliated in his life!
Even when Jiang Xuecheng threatened him with a dagger last time, the high priest knew that he had a sure win. Jiang Xuecheng would definitely compromise with her for Su Wan!
But Fiennes is different!
The high priest suddenly began to regret that although he had known that the group of nobles represented by Fiennes were ready to make a move, he did not really grasp their weak spot!
The high priestess stared at the young man in front of her with her red eyes. Because her chin was pinched tightly, her cold and beautiful face showed a bit of pain, and the teardrop mole at the right corner of her eye made her look even more charming.
She almost gritted her teeth, wishing she could rush up and bite Fiennes' throat like a beast.
But Fiennes suppressed her so tightly, and with the restraints of anklets and bracelets, the high priest could not do these things at all!
"You disgusting bitch! A slave girl's pariah! I shouldn't have agreed to let your father make you the next head of the family!"
The high priest regretted more and more why he had agreed to the application of the Siswell family in the past!
Since Fiennes was not born to Tia's mother, if one wanted to make him the heir, there were naturally many procedures to follow.
One of the requirements was to obtain the consent of the high priest.
The high priest remembered that it was the first time he saw the young man in front of him.
However, Fiennes at that time could not be called a young man, at most he was a teenager.
He was not even as tall as the high priest, but his pair of deep blue eyes were surprisingly calm and he never looked around.
He stood there like a carefully crafted marionette, completely lacking the vitality that a fourteen or fifteen year old child should have.
The high priestess thought the boy was too dull at first sight. At that time, she didn't care about the development of the Siswell family, and she didn't think that such a boy would cause any waves.
At that time, she very readily criticized Fiennes's claim to be the heir to the Siswell family.
As time went by, the high priest began to look at Fiennes with admiration, and it was a year later when she met him for the second time.
It was at a festive banquet for aristocratic families, a rare event she attended, and she happened to run into Fiennes there.
At that time, Fiennes was no longer as gloomy and taciturn as he was when they first met. Instead, he became extremely talkative. Five or six young aristocratic men and women surrounded him, treating him as the center of light.
It was at this time that the high priest realized that there was something extraordinary about Fiennes. After all, the nobles were the most xenophobic and looked down upon a child born by a maid. Even if he was promoted to the next heir, they must still be laughing behind his back.
But the way the high priest looked at those who were looking at Fiennes was clearly one of personal worship; the expressions on his face and the subconscious movements of his body all showed respect for Fiennes.
At that time, the high priest thought that Fiennes should be a talented person who was good at networking and had some remarkable qualities, but he did not expect that he would have such great ambitions!
He even dared to send people to attack her directly, and imprisoned her without any fear!
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When Fiennes heard that the high priest dared to call him the bastard born of a maid, and even brought up his long-deceased mother, his originally indifferent expression became extremely gloomy!
He looked at the high priest sinisterly, and it was obvious that a storm was brewing on his face!
"You are a prisoner, and you dare to say that to me? What a joke!"
Over the years, except for the time when Fiennes was first established as the head of the Siswell family, he was ridiculed. But after half a year, no one dared to insult him like this again!
Everyone knows that the next head of the Siswell family is a gentle and handsome young man.
Who would laugh at him for being uneducated? !
Even if there is, he is already dead!
The high priestess knew that she had touched Fiennes' sore spot. She snorted coldly. Although she was now under someone else's control, her expression was still that of the high priestess!
"What's so funny! Fiennes, even if you control the entire court in the future, you are just the son of a third-rate maid, and you have lowly blood in your bones!"
The high priest's voice flowed past his ears. The tone was obviously extremely pleasant, but Fiennes felt as if his whole body was on fire and was about to explode!
Fiennes never liked to be violent towards women, but when he heard this, he kicked the high priest hard without mercy!
The kick landed directly on the high priest's most vulnerable abdomen!
The high priest cried out in pain, and his face, which had already looked bad, turned even paler than snow!
Seeing that still extraordinarily beautiful face, Fiennes curled the corners of his lips coldly, a trace of extremely disdainful sneer spilled from his thin lips.
"High Priest, do you really think you are still the high and mighty priest you once were? You are so naive! It must be hard to be a prisoner of others, right?"
Because of the unexpected kick just now, sweat was dripping down the high priestess's face. She bent over in pain and had no time to argue with Fiennes.
But what Fiennes said is absolutely right. It really feels terrible to be controlled by others!
Fiennes obviously didn't like the high priest's attitude of ignoring him. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the high priest's chin again!
Forcing the high priest to look up at himself.
The handsome young man lowered his head and stroked the high priest's wrinkle-free face with his free hand in an almost gentle gesture.
"High Priest, you are indeed very good-looking. Even though you are older than my father, there is really no flaw in your face..."
The high priest had probably never heard such creepy praise in his life!
Fiennes's hand had knuckles as slender as jade, but when he stroked her face, the high priest felt cold sweat all over her body.
It's like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue and touching your face with it!
Perhaps, no matter what, the high priestess is also a woman, and at this moment she finally felt a sense of threat that she had never felt in the first half of her life.
"what are you up to?!"
The high priest looked at Fiennes warily, disgust evident on his face.
As far as she knew, although Fiennes seemed very fickle, he maintained unclear relationships with many aristocratic ladies, which seemed distant yet close, and present yet not there.
But Fiennes is not actually a womanizer.
The high priest was clear about this.
Moreover, there was no trace of desire for her in Fiennes' eyes.
"My dear priest, why do you look like that? Do you think I'm going to do anything to you? Oh, you're older than my father. No matter how heavy my taste is, I won't be attracted by you!"
The high priest breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Fiennes' next words directly shattered the high priest's only remaining fantasy.
"Don't you despise people of low status? How about I find a bunch of beggars from the slums, or the most disgusting death row prisoners, to serve you well, and then let you give birth to a lowly child for them?"
(End of this chapter)