The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

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Unaware of the dark storm brewing outside the palace, Alexander found himself in another confrontation with Amos Black, this time over the boy's companion Kristie 'accidentally' spilling some wine over the pristine boots of the Gray Wolfe's heir.

Obviously, even if Kristie were to be ten times more clumsy than she actually was, it would have been an incredible coincidence for things to have played out the way they had.

After all, she knew very well just how little Amos actually cared about her, so how could she be so careless?

But knowing that she could only passively 'take the blame' for doing exactly what Amos told her to do still made the girl feel a little short of breath.

"Bitch, how dare you dirty my shoes?!"

"I-I'm sorry, I-I will—"

Alexander wasn't very patient or tactful to begin with, and the day's events had already put him on edge. "You will what?! Even if you were to whore yourself out for the rest of your life, it would still not be enough to buy one of my shoelaces!"

In his rage, he remained completely unaware of the disapproving stares from the people around him, as well as the clearly mocking chuckles, but the same couldn't be said about Alexander's father.

Having always indulged this son of his for the 'injustice' he suffered growing up alone with his mother, Sanders Gray felt for the first time in his life that he may have indulged this son a bit too much.

Not only did he not know how to control his temper, but he was also completely oblivious to his surroundings! How could he convince everyone that such a person was fit to lead the Gray Wolfe Corporation in the future?

Even if he somehow managed to force everyone to accept it, would Alexander be fit enough to be able to lead them properly? In his current state, he no longer believed so.

Amos chuckled in the face of his opponent's fury and leisurely pulled his girlfriend back behind him. "Now now, there's no need to be so angry over some spilled wine, is there? My dear Kristie is a bit clumsy, but she didn't mean it."

Seeing the handsome silver-haired boy's treatment of his 'girlfriend', Rhea couldn't help but feel like even Alexander wasn't as 'bad' a man in comparison.

After all, someone like her who acted for a living could easily see through the obviously fake expression on the boy's face. He clearly didn't care one bit about his girlfriend, and was obviously 'taking a shot from over her shoulder', but no one else really seemed to care.

In fact, Rhea felt that Kristie's situation must perhaps be quite similar to her own, minus the 'being an actress' part. They were both victims of catching the eye of someone they shouldn't have, and were powerless to resist their will.

With her lowly status in this group of elites, though, she was only qualified to stand behind Alexander and watch the play unfold meekly. When she couldn't even ensure her own safety, how could she have the strength to take care of someone else?

Unaware and uncaring of the gloomy thoughts of his companion, the dark-haired man sneered, and was just about to refute the 'annoying' silver-haired boy when he felt a heavy yet familiar palm land on his shoulder.

"That's enough."

The voice was low and calm, yet carried an unstoppable momentum honed by decades of unchallenged authority.

Alexander's indignant glare was immediately snuffed out under his father's dark expression, and he reluctantly pulled back while 'secretly' giving Amos the middle finger from an angle his father couldn't see.

Of course, the cameras and the people around could still capture it, and a few couldn't help but shake their heads, but Alexander didn't really care.

His father was a busy man, and it was unlikely he would bother checking something like that out, let alone bother caring about it… or so he thought.

Fortunately for him, Alexander's father didn't really want to make too much fuss in public. Completely unaware of just what was in store for them in the future, he decided to save the 'lesson' that his son needed to learn for 'later'.

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Meanwhile, back in the room with the prime minister, Emilia had already made herself comfortable on the cushioned slab, lying face down with her eyes closed.

The crimson-haired beauty's spotless back was completely bared to the 'artist', with the area below her waist covered with a towel.

Although it was very subtle, there was no way Crystal could miss the way the prime minister's eyes darted to her girlfriend's silky skin with both thirst and pity, or the way her throat moved as she tried her best not to gulp.

Feeling incredibly nervous with the extremely precious 'canvas' in her hands, the artist friend of the prime minister couldn't help but clear her throat with a smile. "N-No need to worry, I-I've done this a thousand times before. T-There's no way I can possibly mess this up!"

Unconsciously, she slid her palm across the gorgeous girl's spine, inwardly marveling at how good it felt just to touch it. 'Damn, talk about having skin like satin! It's gonna be so fun inking her!'

Of course, while Emilia only giggled from the slightly ticklish feeling, two very distinct glares quickly woke the poor artist up from her reverie. "I-I'll get started then!"

Instead of calming down when she brought her liner to Emilia's skin, the two glares only got more intense, and the artist couldn't help but pout. 'Whatever, I'll just ignore these unreasonable meanies then! I don't believe you can keep bullying me if I refuse to acknowledge your existence!'

Completely throwing caution to the wind, the 'artist' soon convinced herself it was just her and Emilia in the room.

Patting her 'client' on the butt playfully, she grinned. "Are you ready, darling? I promise it won't hurt much, so don't be nervous."

Glares? What glares? It was just the reflections of lights from the walls being a bit strange. That's right.

Her eyes still closed, the crimson-haired beauty giggled. 'Is she a close friend of the prime minister? How daring…'

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