Remarried Empress – Chapter 289. The necklace of Eveli. (1)

LeBetti was startled by the sudden name of Rasta.

Rasta bought me a kidnapping?'

Although they were on bad terms, I got goosebumps when I heard that they had ordered the kidnapping.

LeBetti still looked down on Rasta, but he did not ignore the power he had.

It was frightening that the Empress of the empire had bought her for her abduction.

LeBetti shivered around his arm. I'm safe now, but I'm afraid of how Rasta will come out again.

Is Rasta trying to erase the traces of the past? Are you going to destroy the Limwells to erase their past as slaves?

"Maybe my family…."

"I'm fine."

LeBetti managed to get out of his worst fears when he answered the article calmly.

The road ahead was still bleak, but it was fortunate that the family was safe.

"By the way…how did your Majesty know I was kidnapped and send you Lord Auroreo?"

"Didn't Rasta hurt his head in the maid's attack? After that, he sent someone to escort Rasta secretly, saying he was concerned about his safety."

Secretly? Why do you have to be escorted secretly to protect people?

When LeBetti blinked in bewilderment, the article quickly added.

"Rasta is a close associate and often escorts."

"Oh…."

"Anyway, that's how I found out that Rasta was trying to hire an assassin to assassinate Lady LeBetty. I'm glad we were able to rescue him."

LeBetti nodded. Well, the important thing was that he was safe.

LeBetti, who sighed deeply, looked at the article for a moment and explained.

"But I want you to stay here for a while, Lady LeBetty."

"What? Here?"

LeBetti looked around in surprise. Now I could see the appearance of a simple but neat mansion.

It was well organized and the house was warm, but all the furniture and sofa were new. It didn't feel like a place where people lived.

"Here…?"

"It is owned by the Emperor. I'm sorry, Lady LeBetty. If we go back to the capital now, we may be attacked again."

LeBetti thought of the raiders he had seen and said hastily.

"The attacker had a very unusual body type! I'll testify to that. Maybe we can catch the assassin!"

"When you catch him, another assassin will come."

"Ah."

At the firm words of the article, LeBetti sat on the sofa, sighing.

"When the right time comes, I'll come back. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable here, Lady LeBetty. Forget all the scary things."

LeBetty recalled the countless people who followed her and the people who bargained for her in the cage.

Rasta is Rasta, but they are also very scary and creepy.

LeBetti nodded. Definitely. If I went back to the capital city, I wouldn't want to come near my friends.

"Yes, I'll stay here. And thank you for saving me. Please say thank you to His Majesty."

"Lady LeBetty. Remember what happened today."

"What?"

"There'll be a place to use later. Definitely."

The knight, who took LeBetti to a safe mansion, returned to the capital immediately to visit Soviet Union.

After receiving a brief report hurriedly prepared by the article, Soviet Union nodded and praised it.

"Good job. You must have had a hard time."

After the article was published, Soviet Union placed the report he received from the driver on one side of his desk drawer.

Before closing the drawer. Soviet Union gazed slowly into the well-organized drawer.

It contained all the sins of Rasta. At least he knows everything.

A few hours later, a troubled Soviet Union leader ordered his secretary to bring Rasta to his room.

However, Rasta has been acting in favor of Soviet Sugar because she has a stomachache and cannot get there.

It's an excuse to have a stomachache, but it's probably an excuse to dance because you don't want to see the blue bird in the Soviet Union's room.

Soviet Union also intentionally stabbed once, and did not think Rasta would come to the room.

Soviet Union visited Rasta's room in person.

Rasta stood nervously in front of the Western Palace, apparently concerned about the fake illness of the Soviet Union's order, and quickly came up and made a friendly voice.

"Your Majesty, Rasta didn't have the energy to go all the way to the palace. I'm better now, but I was really sick earlier."

"You seem to have a stomachache exceptionally often. Have you called the court?"

"I don't want to keep calling busy people…."

"That's what I hired him to do. If you're not feeling well, make sure to call me."

"Okay."

After entering the empress' room, Rasta glanced with anticipation.

It was a mild atmosphere for the first time in a while. I wanted the atmosphere of the two, who became a little awkward due to today's incident, to be relieved.

"Well, Your Majesty. They don't sing to Rasta these days…the baby in the boat wants to hear your song."

Sovietzsche was very vulnerable to babies, and Rasta was well aware of it.

Soviet Union was silent for a while, but soon sat near Rasta and sang a song in a low voice.

Rasta closed his eyes and listened to Soviet music. I liked the song that tickled my eardrums.

At the end of the song, Rasta was in a drowsy mood and closed his eyes against the shoulders of Soboshe.

I liked the Duke of Ergi, who was always there for me, but I also liked the Soviet Union.

When she was friendly, Soviet Union was more amiable than anyone she had ever seen.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Even the tapping voice is low and soft.

Rasta still shook his head with his eyes closed.

"No."

"Think it over. Are you sure you don't have any?"

But Soviet Union asked again and again.

His voice was neither cold nor cold, but when he heard these questions repeatedly, Rasta was scared.

What is it? Why are you asking this question? What do you know?

Rasta raised his head and opened his eyes.

In fact, I've done a lot of things that will make me feel uncomfortable. a whole lot

The thief said he was asleep. Rasta's mind was struck by a number of things simultaneously.

"I don't have one."

However, none of them could be confidential.

Rasta told a lie, and suddenly got up.

Come to think of it, she also had one questionable question for Soviet Union.

I was going to leave it a little longer and take it out…I'd better use it now that things have come to this.

"Do you have anything to say to Rasta?"

Rastar asked vaguely and put his hand on his waist.

The Soviet Union squinted its eyes against the back of the chair.

"Well, but there must be something you want to argue about. What is it?"

Rasta strode to his dressing table and opened the drawer.

Putting her hand in the drawer, she took out a necklace as if she were pulling out a seaweed stalk, brought it to the front of the Soviet Union.

"This one."

Soviet Union accepted the necklace. The necklace looked very expensive, but it didn't suit his aesthetic taste. It doesn't taste elegant and just glitters too much.

"What's this cheap stuff?"

When Soviet Union asked, Rasta opened her mouth with a look of "Oh?"

"What did you ask, Rasta?"

asked the Soviet Union repeatedly.

Rasta stammered with a look of 'This isn't right'.

"Didn't you give it to Eveli? Going into the government…?"

Sovietzsche laughed absurdly.

"You look down on my eyes."

Rasta, who was angry that the necklace looked very expensive, was ashamed for nothing.

As the emperor, Soviet Union, said so, although no one else knew, his eye for the necklace was considered a real sham.

"Anyway, Rasta. When I asked him if he had given this necklace to Eberly, he said, "This necklace belongs to Eberly. Right?

"That's…."

"You can't just bring someone else's necklace."

"I was so jealous that you cared about other women… I picked up the necklace at Namgung Palace, but I didn't return it on purpose. I'm sorry."

Soviet Union put the necklace in his coat pocket.

"I'll have someone return it."