Chapter 59 Washing Up All Fragrant

The night was as dark as ink. The stars hanging in the sky were obscured by the alchemical waste gases permeating the clouds, failing to cast even a sliver of guiding light.

Yet, Ron was well accustomed to this. Even without starlight to guide the way, he would use the holy light to illuminate the path for the lost.

It was already late into the night. Over the past nine hours, he had witnessed Miss Lucia work proactively and diligently, going so far as to skip dinner and resolutely put in four hours of overtime.

Miss Lucia's perseverance and her repentance for her past sins of slacking off greatly comforted Ron, sending countless waves of warmth through his heart.

The youth pulled out a pocket notebook and, by the moonlight, recorded all of today's good deeds.

In truth, Ron's heart was still somewhat conflicted at this moment.

Regarding the task Sid had passed on to him, he had originally intended to drag his feet for as long as possible. After all, given Elena’s maturity, it was hardly a burden someone of his age could bear.

What a detestable, vulgar woman!

Ron gritted his teeth and muttered a few words of internal condemnation, while his body, with utmost honesty, boarded the carriage that had been waiting for a long time.

In the Oran Kingdom, there were only a handful of modes of transportation.

Aside from teleportation nodes—which possessed teleportation capabilities and allowed one to travel rapidly from the capital to Winter County on the northern border—there were only airships operating on levitation magic, griffin mounts, and private magical carriages.

As for steam trains, though they already had a prototype, according to what Ron knew, they were reverse-engineered by the Enlightenment Academy based on common magical rune engines.

Both their user experience and operational efficiency fell short of the original version, but their redeeming quality was that they were cheap enough.

Lost in such wild and imaginative thoughts, time slipped away quickly. Before he knew it, the sprawling mansion of the Baron appeared before his eyes.

One had to admit, that woman Elena had her reasons for choosing the Baron as her husband.

Standing before the Baron's estate, located in the inner district just five streets away from Hainlet Castle, Ron actually felt the odd illusion that he was providing an out-call service.

Drawing a salary every month identical to that of "Pink Romance," and doing the same kind of work.

This led Ron to sigh internally: as expected, one must do more good deeds, otherwise, after retribution strikes, your family fortune will be used by your wife to support another man.

At that moment, a maid belonging to the mansion approached Ron and whispered in his ear:

"Master Ron, Madam Elena is busy right now. She asks that you wait for her in the bedroom."

"The Madam also specifically instructed that you must wash up nicely."

?

What kind of talk is that?

What do you mean by letting me wait for her in the bedroom and telling me to wash up nicely? How childish can you be!

Sensing the dense, mischievous humor of that vulgar woman, Ron twitch the corners of his mouth and hurriedly said:

"Take me to your Madam. I have serious business to inform her of."

Seeing the blond youth's solemn expression, the maid waiting at the front of the villa to receive Ron did not pry for further details, evidently having been extremely well-trained by Elena.

She merely pointed toward the brightly lit reception room inside the villa and said indifferently:

"Madam Elena said that if you don't wish to wash up nicely, you can go find her in there."

"Please make yourself at home, just as if you were in your own house."

That woman really is toying with me!

Sighing powerlessly in his heart, Ron suddenly felt the same sense of helplessness as Olivia.

Elena, that cunning fox, was neither completely upright nor thoroughly wicked; she simply indulged in incessant flirting, leaving him, this champion of justice, entirely at a loss as to what to do.

Crossing the porch and glancing over the living room, which was draped with expensive paintings and embellished with rare antiques, Ron arrived outside the reception room door.

Just as he was about to push the door open and enter, he caught sight of a guest inside through the crack.

He saw a man dressed in flamboyant attire with a "Charles" name tag pinned to his chest, styling himself like a corporate elite, speaking with a fake smile:

"Madam Elena Mark, although you have inherited the Mark family's title and the Welcome Chamber of Commerce, we are not optimistic about your management methods."

"Pardon my bluntness, but the Welcome Chamber of Commerce will likely be back to square one in just a few years."

"Of course, if you agree to the Gold Syndicate's agreement to sell off the majority of your shares, the consortium's professional team will immediately reverse the current downturn for you, and you will receive a massive capital injection."

"You will still enjoy endless wealth and luxury, remaining one of the most sought-after ladies in the capital."

Faced with such persuasive enticements, Elena, dressed daringly to reveal vast patches of snowy skin, actually wore a reluctant expression and said hesitatingly:

"After all, 'Welcome' was my husband's life's work. Selling it off so easily is always heartbreaking."

Hearing this, Charles assumed the price he offered was still not enough, so he gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"Two billion gold lions for eighty-seven percent of the shares in the Welcome Chamber of Commerce. That is the highest price I can offer!"

Two billion!

This woman was actually worth even more than Olivia!

Standing at the doorway eavesdropping, Ron's heart skipped a beat. He utterly failed to imagine what kind of wealthy life he would lead if he possessed two billion.

Yet, faced with this sum that was enough to make his heart blaze with heat, Elena didn't even bat an eyelid, maintaining her smiling countenance.

"Ten billion."

In an instant, the reception room fell into a dead silence.

Then, a low roar suppressed with fury rang out.

"Are you playing with me?!"

Charles finally realized the core issue: it wasn't that his offer on behalf of the Gold Syndicate was too low; rather, this cunning woman before him was simply making a fool of him.

"Madam Elena, let me remind you: there is more than one 'Welcome' Chamber of Commerce in the capital. If you miss the consortium's acquisition, you will never get another chance!"

"When that time comes, 'Welcome' will be treated as an enemy by the consortium, and you will be left clinging to worthless shares, losing your current glory."

"Furthermore, even if you refuse, do you really think you can hold onto it?"

Hearing Charles's intimidation, Elena's expression remained unchanged. She merely pointed at Ron standing at the entrance of the reception room and smiled:

"Mr. Charles, I have a guest. Please show yourself out."

"......"

"Madam Elena, I hope you know what you're doing. Chambers of commerce that cross the consortium generally do not meet a good end!"

Dropping that harsh threat, Charles—who had been working overtime for a whole week and teased by Elena for seven consecutive days—left in a rage.

As if she hadn't heard the consortium manager's threats at all, Elena simply swayed her voluptuous figure and walked up to Ron.

"Come here, little one, come here~"

Her eyes were charming and her face carried a smile as she picked up a bottle of oak fruit wine from a nearby wine cabinet.

"Little one, care to join big sister for a drink?"

"If we both get drunk, perhaps we can have a thrilling drunken tryst~"

As expected of a vulgar woman......