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to marry me.’

 

Camillo smiled proudly as she headed to her box seat at the opera house owned by the Ohrid Family.
When she appeared, all eyes gravitated toward her.

 

Camillo approached the edge of the box seat, straightening up her posture to show the Nova’s Tear that she received as a present.

 

She felt that today would definitely be a perfect day.
She was enjoying the stares and admiration that was aimed at her, when someone came into the box seat and pulled back the curtain. 

 

It was Senir’s closest secretary.

 

Camillo’s face turned sour when she saw the secretary.
The secretary ignored her gaze and whispered something into Senir’s ear.
With a completely unchanged look, Senir nodded slightly.

 

“What is the matter?” Camillo asked, as the secretary left.

 

“Camillo, something urgent has come up.
I have to leave now.”

 

“What did you say?”

 

“Camillo, I’m very sorry.”

 

“What in the world are you talking about?”

 

She picked up the cape that Senir had taken off.

 

“Today is my birthday! Is there any matter that’s more important than my birthday?!”

 

Senir smiled lightly with his eyes drooping as if he was sorry.
However, not once did he say he was going to stay.

 

“Senir!”

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“… I’ll tell father about today’s matter!”

 

Camillo quivered and threatened.
But, Senir had already left his seat without looking back.
Camillo stared at the floating curtains he left behind.

 

Emerging from the curtains, Senir saw his secretary.

 

“Tell me what happened.”

 

In an instant, Senir’s beautiful face became expressionless.
It was as if the sorry smile he gave to Camillo never existed.

 

“Lady Philippa’s secret bank account, which the Sage, Hermann Rietchen held, has been transferred to someone.”

 

The secretary handed over the report.

 

Philippa Ohrid’s secret bank account.
It was her personal secret fund that Philippa kept secret from the family.
But, one can never avoid Ohrid’s eyes.

 

Surely, she took various measures to avoid them.
However, Count Ohrid’s efforts to find his missing daughter were a step ahead.

 

Philippa did some unique things before she disappeared.
One of them was handing over her secret property to Hermann.

 

Hermann was not interested in the property and left it to a proxy manager, never looking for it as if he had forgotten about it.

 

But for more than a decade, Ohrid continued to monitor the secret account.
The last person Philippa faced.
Her long-time best friend.
There was good reason to keep an eye on Hermann, not just because of the account.

 

For the first time after 13 years, Hermann Rietchev came out of the World Tower and immediately began searching for Philippa.

 

“It doesn’t say to whom the property was transferred to.”

 

“I apologize.
I’m afraid finding out will take a little longer.”

 

“How long?”

 

“One day.
However….”

 

Senir, who was reading the report, glanced at his secretary.

 

“It was said that Hermann Rietchev brought back a girl, claiming to be her guardian.”

 

Senir was silent.

 

The secretary didn’t know what Senir was thinking.
But he wasn’t nervous.
Senir always did what was best for Ohrid.

 

“What’s my schedule?”

 

“Tomorrow, there will be a luncheon with the Imperial Prince.
The day after tomorrow, there will be a finance ministry meeting, and in three days, there will be a donation auction held at the Duke’s place.”

 

Philippa was the only rebel of Ohrid.

 

The disappearance of Ohrid’s beloved daughter, Philippa, who should have inherited Ohrid, caused big irreparable wounds to Ohrid.

 

“Cancel it all.
We’re heading to Aachen.”

 

“Yes, I understand.
For how many days should I cancel?”

 

“Indefinitely until everything is clear.”

 

Senir said while handing over the file to his secretary.

 

 

***

 

 

‘It’s really strange.
My home…’

 

That phrase was incredibly strange for Diana.
Her chest tightened so much that she wondered how it got hurt.

 

On top of the bed, Diana rolled over and laid down.
The sun penetrated through the window and illuminated the wooden floor.

 

‘Just a few days ago, I was waking up at dawn and working until the moon was high up in the sky…’

 

Diana petted the puppy on her bedside.
Gradually, the puppy’s ears drooped, carefully enjoying her touch.

 

‘I need to name the puppy….’

 

For several days, Diana just called it ‘Puppy’.
She petted the puppy for a long time before coming up with a name she liked.

 

“Sky.”

 

Sky since its eyes were blue just like the sky.
Diana proudly called.

 

“Sky.”

 

The black-fur ears pricked up.
Did the puppy understand? Wanting the puppy to remember it soon, Diana repeatedly said.

 

“Your name is Sky.”

 

Diana said firmly. 

 

It was when Diana got up from laziness and was washing and drying her hair, that she heard a bang on the door.

 

“Who is it?”

 

Donatella, one of the maids that Hermann hired for Diana, said.

 

“Sky, let’s go check.
It seems we have a visitor.”

 

As Diana opened the door she saw two people.
A merchant and another man who he had brought along.
Diana’s house was a house where no one had lived in for a long time, so it needed to be renovated here and there.
They needed to assess the situation of the real estate.