Chapter 51 · Futile

Lucent, having chased the man away, glared at Aeplin with a flushed face.

He had rummaged through the entire botanical garden, and when he arrived at the Pacific Hall, he had not been the first to find Aeplin.

Four or five men were all staring at one spot and checking each other's reactions—what could you call it?

He could immediately recognize it as the nervous standoff of wolves who had discovered prey.

Regardless of age, if a man saw a stunning beauty who had come alone to a botanical garden, especially a woman with vermilion hair, he could not simply pass by.

Of course, Aeplin, unaware that she had become the men's target, sat on the wicker chair and sparkled uselessly under the light pouring through the glass skylight.

“A not-bad proposal, and you planned to date a stranger?”

“Is that bad?”

“What?”

“Soon rumors will spread far and wide…