Cosma Empire

"Who is he?" The mayor rolled up his sleeves, without the slightest demeanor of a high-class elite. He walked back and forth, looking at Mrs. Vivienne who was sitting silently on the edge of the bed from time to time. If the servant hadn't told him today that the menstrual belt was not used up, he wouldn't have known about it at all!

The menstrual belt is a long cloth strip of pure cotton texture, which is filled with some substances that are easy to absorb water. It is a small thing for women to use during their menstrual period. The poor people use relatively simple cloth strips, wash and dry them after use, and put them away for next use. But for a family with the status of the mayor, this kind of thing is a consumable, and the servant will bring a new physiological belt over every month according to the scheduled time.

But this time, the maid found that there was no shortage of menstrual belts from last month in the drawer. She knew that Mrs. Vivienne might be pregnant, so she excitedly told the butler the news. The servants in the family are actually a little worried. It is a terrible thing for the servants in the family to have no offspring at the age of the mayor and Mrs. Vivienne. This means that one of them cannot complete the continuation of the bloodline surname. Great cause, the harm to the family is devastating.

If the owner is older and unable to give birth to offspring, these servants will start thinking about finding another way out. Instead of hanging on a tree, waiting for the property to be taken back by the family after the old master dies in the future, they are expelled by the family.

Therefore, the pregnancy of the hostess is definitely a happy thing for all the servants in the family.

But the problem is... the seed in Mrs. Vivian's belly is not the mayor's.

When the butler told Peter the happy news and congratulated him, the above scene happened.

There was raging anger hidden in Peter's cold eyes. He knew that Mrs. Vivienne had found some little men outside to have fun, but he didn't really care. As early as when he met Mrs. Vivienne, his ultimate goal was not love, but profit. He can allow Mrs. Vivienne to be flirtatious, and she can also allow her to fool around outside. All of this is the result of his deceiving Mrs. Vivienne.

Just like himself, he also had several mistresses outside, and he even had a guess about himself, the one who couldn't give birth to offspring was him. So this exacerbated his indulgence to Mrs. Vivian, but there is one thing, Mrs. Vivian should not have feelings for anyone, let alone get pregnant. This was intolerable and impossible to forgive.

He put one hand on the pure gold belt buckle, unbuttoned it, and slowly pulled the belt down from his waist, curling his arms, exposing the end. Even though he was about to go crazy, he still retained the most basic sense. He knew that Madam Vivienne could not be seriously injured, let alone beat her to death. No matter how many years the old thing lying on the bed can live, at least while he is alive, the mayor must bow his head to the authority in his hands.

He swung his arm vigorously, and the leather belt buzzed against Mrs. Vivienne's arm in the air with wind pressure and whistling sound. A bloodstain suddenly appeared on the skin exposed to the air, and it became red and swollen quickly.

"Bitch, tell me who did it! Otherwise, I will never make it easier for you today!" Peter's body trembled slightly when he spoke, but he controlled his violent emotions very well, and he didn't yell, but It's a low-pitched growl, gritted teeth and words. He swung the belt vigorously again, and slammed it on Mrs. Vivienne's body. With a snap, the belt bent over when it touched Mrs. Vivienne's shoulder, and hit her back.

Angrily, Peter rushed over and tore off Mrs. Vivienne's clothes, gritted his teeth, his eyes shone with a fierce light, and waved the belt in his hand frantically again and again.

I don't know how long it has passed, Mrs. Vivienne is covered in bloodstains, lying on the ground panting,

Only then did Peter restrain his anger a lot. He threw off the somewhat deformed belt casually, put down the rolled up sleeves, straightened his shirt, cast a sideways glance at Mrs. Vivienne who was on the ground, and pushed the door away. Just as the door was about to close, the voice of the mayor came.

"I'll find that guy, even if you don't say a word!"

After venting his rage and destruction, the mayor felt much better. He walked to the dining room and sat down. He asked the butler to bring him a glass of high-quality fruit wine and put three ice cubes on it. He hooked his fingers, and the butler bent down, listening to his orders.

"How many people know about Madam's pregnancy?"

The indifferent tone and the ruthless eyes of the mayor made the butler's heart skip a beat. He said in a low voice: "Three maids and one maid have heard the news. I told them not to spread the news for the time being. We can discuss it after the news is confirmed." Not too late."

"Well done!" The mayor pointed to the butler, casually took a red fruit from the fruit plate on the coffee table, threw it into his mouth, and bit into it. The cold juice and the sweet and sour taste stimulated his taste buds, and some red blood-like juice splashed out of his mouth and fell on the transparent coffee table, "Get rid of these people, be careful, I don't want to Hear anyone talk about this again, understand?"

The butler's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't know why there was such an order, as a butler, he decided to faithfully carry out the tasks assigned by his master.

"Call Madam's driver, I have something to ask him." The mayor waved his hand, and the butler bowed to leave. Although there was some pity in his eyes, it was quickly replaced by determination.

After a while, Mrs. Vivienne's full-time driver stood in front of the mayor with some embarrassment. Although he was Mrs. Vivienne's full-time driver, he seldom had the opportunity to meet the mayor. The two are husband and wife, but rarely act in concert. He lowered his head uncomfortably, and called "Master Mayor".

Peter crossed his legs. The "activity" just now made him feel an unprecedented sense of comfort. At this moment, a smile appeared on his face, "Where does Mrs. Vivienne go to most often recently?"

The driver didn't dare to lie. Standing here, he already felt that he was almost out of breath, so how dare he lie?

"Madam often goes to Delille Art Museum recently, and she often buys some paintings or artworks back."

The mayor of De Lier still knows this person, from the first day he came to Tenell City, he has known this person. He had friends in the capital, and De Lier had some personal moral problems there, so he was kicked out, and had no choice but to settle down in a small city like Tenel, selling some so-called "arts" for a living. Mrs. Vivienne brought back a lot of things from him, and some mayors even asked others to look at them, and finally came to the comment of "worthless".

But seeing that Mrs. Vivienne is very passionate about art, and at the same time held a noble lady's tea party at Delille's place, he just turned a blind eye to it. No matter how much money he spent, it was not his. He didn't need to feel sorry for the money that wasn't his own.

But Delille..., no, not him!

The mayor raised his head and said, "Go and invite De Lier here, just say that I invited him to be a guest, go now!"