Chapter 547 Previously, Lyra thought that she would be able to ride on Magnus' coattails once she'd followed him. However, he was killed not long after that.
So, she began to search around for new targets again. Not long ago, she succeeded in seducing the scion of the Strauss family, Kenny.
The Strausses were ranked fifth among the families. But they were on the rise now that they'd cozied up to Charles to the point that they'd caught up to the Lloyds. Even the Baileys, who ranked second, had been overshadowed by them.
Now, the Strausses were basking in the spotlight. All the other families submitted to them, and it even seemed as if they would replace the Lloyds. "Prince Charles is here!" Kenny led the others out in a hurry to greet him. "Welcome, Prince Charles!" he exclaimed.
"Welcome, Prince Charles!" Everyone bowed to pay their respects. Those who didn't know better would have thought that they were paying homage to the king. Charles was a tall and burly man in his 30s with a beard. "Please cin, Prince Charles." There was an obsequious look on Kenny's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Greetings, Prince Charles. I'm Lyra Smith." Lyra swayed her hips as she strutted over before winking at him. There was a look of arrogance on Charles' face. However, a hint of desire instantly flashed past his eyes the moment he laid eyes on her.
Then, he spoke in broken Dragothian, "I didn't expect Dragotha to have such beautiful women. Her beauty is truly eye-catching." Kenny instantly understood his intentions as he pushed Lyra toward Charles. "Take good care of Prince Charles," he instructed.
Naturally, Charles wasn't about to hold back. He pulled Lyra into his arms and gave her a forceful kiss on her cheek before giving her a hard smack on her butt.
Lyra played along as she let out a cry of pain. Her voice instantly stirred up Charles' excitement as he felt an urge to have his way with her right there and then. Charles scanned the surroundings upon entering the banquet hall. His face immediately darkened when he didn't see Esme.
"Why hasn't Ms. Bailey arrived?" he questioned.
The patriarch of the Strausses, Cleef, replied hurriedly, "Please be patient Prince Charles. I've already sent my men over to urge her. Rest assured, she'll definitely come." en Charles nodded. "I trust you to handle it. I make sure she accepts my proposal tonight. Then, I'll ravish her in the room a hundred-no, a thousand times over!" he declared.
"It's fine even if she doesn't come, Prince Charles. You still have me." Lyra leaned closer as she breathed against his ear.
Charles grabbed her by the chin. "Although you're attractive, you have the looks of a whore.
"You're good for a fling, but what I need is a princess. Only Ecan meet my standards," he said.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud when they heard Charles describing Lyra as a whore.
Lyra instantly lowered her head. Despite how brazen Lyra was, she still flushed red with embarrassment. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into. "Ms. Bailey's here!" Everyone turned to look at the door when they realized that the main heroine had arrived.
A woman gradually walked into the banquet hall in a white dress.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEsme's long hair cascaded down her shoulders. Combined with her delicate features and curvaceous figure, her beauty was beyond comparison.
With the elegant bearing she exuded, she looked just like a fairy that had stepped out of a painting.
Dignified and graceful, she also looked like a regal princess.
It was none other than EBailey, the woman who was coined as the finest lady of Divinopolis.
Everything about Esme-be it her appearance, figure, or re, or even then m demeanor outshone everyone else.
Her beauty was simply breathtaking.
Charles' gaze burned with desire the moment he caught sight of her. A lecherous smile appeared on his face. However, his smile only lasted for a second before freezing.
Ehadn't calone. Instead, she'd walked in with her arms linked with another man's. The two of them looked somewhat intimate with each other. "It's Sebastian!" Lyra immediately recognized him with a glance. There was an astonished look on her face.