The two were quite stunned that they were talking to the great Miftil Kingdom’s marquess’ heir, and furthermore, Lara’s older brother.

“Were you the daughter of a marquess, Lara?” Chelsea asked.

“Not anymore,” Lara immediately retorted.

“Good on you to deny it. If you were still going around claiming to be a lady of our house, I would’ve given you a piece of my mind,” Feijadiru said.

“Why would I ever have to borrow my family’s name? That place only gave me bad memories.”

“You say that, but you are still using your family’s name, Browning.”

“That’s because I’m used to it. I have no intention of using it for personal gains, so don’t worry.”

They spoke coldly to each other though they were siblings, but Chelsea and Pina weren’t that surprised by this. It was common for blood ties to drench each other in blood within noble families in the struggle for power. This sort of argument was still on the more acceptable side.

“That’s good, then. Anyway, I have a request.” It was impressive how Feijadiru only stubbornly pushed forward with his agenda without a care for the other person’s opinions. In the end, Lara...