The Whole Empire Thinks The Admiral Wants To Steal The Bride - Chapter 9

　☆☆Chapter 9 – The Whole Empire Thinks The Admiral Is Possessed By A Ghost (Part 2)☆☆

Chapter 9 – The Admiral’s Love Poems to His Highness

　　It was so silent that one could hear the sound of a pin dropping the box.

　　Hawthorne half-closed her golden eyes for a while, raised her cup with a smile, and drank the remaining tea: “The gossip is over, now let’s talk about business. What do you want, Princess?”

　　Victoria said frankly: “I need people. After everything is over, I need a team to help us leave the capital planet.”

　　”Sure,” Hawthorne tapped his index finger on the stone tabletop, “What can you give?”

　　”Everything. Everything. On that day, the Gustav family will become history, and the Fran Empire will become a paradise of chaos. As long as there is chaos, you can always get what you want, right?”

　　Hawthorne had no way to refute it, so he nodded calmly: “Okay.”

　　Glenn noticed the other party’s eyes wandering over him, and added calmly: “No harm to civilians, this is my request.”

　　”We don’t kill people, we only rob them of their money.” Hawthorne didn’t care, and the soft flesh on her cheeks puffed up. “If we can’t even touch the money, then there’s no point in continuing this deal, Admiral.”

　　Glenn didn’t respond.

　　Victoria took out a personal terminal from her black handbag, removed the password and pushed it in front of Hawthorne, and called up a document: “Please ask your men to withdraw, Miss Hawthorne. My fiancé and I will not harm you. We are now in the same boat…”

　　Before she could finish his words, the two big, unruly men behind Hawthorne suddenly shook their shoulders, their facial muscles twitched, and they were affected by Hawthorne’s murderous gaze, so they ran out of the room.

　　The wild laughter of “Hahahahahahahaha” came into the ears of the three people through the door.

　　Victoria: “…”

　　Hawthorne stood up and put one leg on the white soft chair, and the rich coffee bitterness of Alpha pheromone poured out.

　　The “girl” almost spoke through her teeth, pointing to the delicate Adam’s apple on her neck. His wide-open golden pupils made him look like some kind of cold-blooded animal.

　　”Who the hell told you I’m a woman?”

　　Glenn and Victoria: …your tutu, pigtails, and lace stockings.

　　Glenn resisted the urge to release pheromones to fight back, and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hawthorne.”

　　Victoria caught her breath and nodded in surprise, “Sorry.”

　　Hawthorne snorted and sat back in his original position. He took the terminal and looked at it for a few seconds. The pheromones that had just given him a strong sense of oppression disappeared instantly, leaving only a few traces of unrecognizable bitterness in the air.

　　This is absolutely impossible for ordinary human races to do.

　　The Immortals have been evolving in the dark history, and hiding is their instinct tempered by blood- the terrible Immortals. Glenn sighed.

　　”Mr. Hawthorne, the reason why I’m in a hurry to meet you is because I received news three days ago that the wedding date of my royal brother has been confirmed.”

　　”I know that news, too.” Hawthorne yawned in boredom. “Do you really have to read me this outdated gossip?”

　　”No, not the previously announced April next year.” Victoria clenched her fist and gently placed it on her chin, her eyes as pure as water, “The new wedding date is set for one month later, in November at Touraine.”

　　•=|=•

　　Three days later, early morning.

　　The front page headline of the Empire Daily used red bold fonts to cover half of the page. People in various parts of Fran who opened their private terminals began to question the aesthetic taste of the Empire’s top media outlet, and after reading the content carefully, they spit out their coffee/milk/porridge/drinks:

　　”His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is getting married soon, and the wedding date is set for the eleventh of next month!!!!!”

　　The editor-in-charge also responsibly added five huge exclamation marks after this line of words. No one knew if it was to attract attention or if the editor himself was expressing his true feelings…

　　WTF?! The Crown Prince is getting married?! The wedding is scheduled for next month?! What about the fact that it might be postponed to two years later depending on their work schedules?!

　　Where is Admiral Glenn?! Are you going to marry the woman you don’t love?! Wait, why the woman you don’t love? Who brainwashed you secretly?!

　　Admiral Glenn, who once again became the focus of attention, did not go anywhere. He read the news in his study.

　　Glenn tapped his ears, which were almost ringing from the sound, picked up the communicator, and edited a few short sentences.

　　——Send to contact: [Joshua?]

　　[yes.]

　　•=|=•

　　”Love and betrayal never speak to each other, but trust and lies often meet… Your Excellency the Admiral has good literary talent?” Good looked at the text translated line by line by the decoding program, and habitually selected this love poem from the report.

　　Ever since the news of Joshua and Archduchess Theresa’s marriage came out, Admiral Glenn’s love words had gradually turned towards revenge and evil. As a Beta, Good couldn’t help but sympathize with him.

　　Although the admiral’s daily life was still repetitive, he would stay at home after work, and occasionally go to a very private bar with his friends in the military to drink, and he would also meet Princess Victoria on rare occasions.

　　But as the person who currently knew the admiral’s movements best, Good naturally would not think that the admiral is not affected at all by his ex-boyfriend’s betrayal.

　　”What a pity that the Crown Prince is getting married next week.” He thought regretfully as he printed the report.

　　Victoria’s summons were always very timely. The most famous private detective in Dulan City put on his hat and sunglasses, left the villa, boarded his own hovercraft, and comfortably covered himself with a thin blanket to catch up on his sleep.

　　Since the largest hovercraft manufacturer in Fran cooperated with the Ministry of Transportation Management, the hosting function of automatic path planning had quickly become Fran’s most popular new technology.

　　The nature of Good’s work meant that he couldn’t always get a full eight hours of sleep, but he loved this function very much. When the alarm clock on the hovercraft woke him up, he was already at the place he had agreed to meet with Princess Victoria- the Forest Cafe.

　　The detective admired the environment around the cafe and strode in.

　　A blond man passed by him, but Good didn’t pay attention, and the blond man suddenly stopped.

　　The blue eyes behind the sunglasses quietly watched Good go away. The man asked the guard who followed behind him: “Have I seen that person before?”

　　”Yes, Your Highness,” the guard replied, “This is the most famous private detective in Dulan City. You had an appointment with him four years ago to investigate the admiral’s love life.

　　“I remember he wasn’t cheap,” Joshua smiled.

　　The black-clad guard had a blank expression on his face, with barrages of comments filling the screen in his mind.

　　‘Yes, because the detective was not cheap, you forcibly upgraded the intelligence authority in the hands of the Crown Prince, and snatched our group of secret guards from His Majesty. It’s simply heartless, sick, and crazy, okay?’

　　However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not have the ability to read minds. He cast his gaze towards the cafe behind him and casually said, “Check what he has been doing recently. Also check this store… Be careful not to leave any traces, the wedding is coming soon.”

　　•=|=•

　　Theresa hurriedly changed into her sixteenth wedding dress, her expression still very excited, and Victoria could hardly maintain her polite smile.

　　She was the only princess in the empire and the only living female member of the main branch of the royal family. It sounded like her duty to accompany her brother’s fiancé in choosing a wedding dress.

　　But who would have thought that the female Alpha who was so powerful on the battlefield was actually a person with fear of selection?

　　”Victoria, what do you think of this set?” Theresa asked without any shyness while retouching her lipstick.

　　”It’s beautiful. The lace at the waist suits your figure very well.” Victoria racked her brains to come up with another different compliment and said sincerely, “You look good in every outfit.”

　　Theresa laughed.

　　”You’re such a sweetheart, Victoria baby.”

　　Victoria’s communicator vibrated. She switched to voice mode, stood up and smiled apologetically at Theresa: “Your Excellency, I’m going to answer the call.”

　　Theresa agreed magnanimously.

　　Victoria carefully walked around for a while and finally found a remote indoor garden in this tailor shop that served the nobility. She breathed a sigh of relief and answered Hawthorne’s call.

　　”Hello, Mr. Hawthorne.”

　　”Well, I have prepared the person you want for you.”

　　”Thank you very much.”

　　Victoria was not surprised that a crack appeared on her newly painted red nail paint, which made her frown.

　　”Also, the batch of mechas that I and Madman Laika ordered have now been delivered to our base. I take back what I said last time. You are someone important, Your Highness.”

　　”Thank you for the compliment,” Victoria looked at her fingertips calmly, “and thank you for your help.”

　　Hawthorne was silent for a while, and suddenly said: “To be honest, I am not at ease with your fiancé.”

　　”There’s no need to trust him,” Victoria chuckled. “No one knows whether Glenn Sasir will go crazy for love. We don’t know, and my brother and his subjects certainly don’t know. We all assume that he won’t be tempted by money, but what about coercion?”

　　There was no response from the other end of the phone.

　　”Now that he’s on this ship, there’s no chance for him to get off. Besides,” Victoria put the communicator on the table in front of her and tore off the cracked nail paint, “my brother really spared no effort to push him out, didn’t he?”

　　Hawthorne asked calmly, “What part of your plan is he?”

　　“Maybe it’s the first link, maybe it’s the last link.”

　　”What do you want him to do for you?”

　　”I recorded our meeting on video.” Victoria answered irrelevantly and picked up the communicator again. “What do you think he will do? Will he die with me, or will he allow himself to become a different Glenn Sasir?”

　　She glanced at the date prominently displayed on the communicator screen.

　　There are six days and six hours left until Joshua Gustav’s wedding.

　　-TBC