For My Husband's New Wife - Chapter 21
However, Volches’ expression when he really examined the paper bag suggested that he did not comprehend what she was saying.
She disregarded him and unzipped the paper bag.
A folded letter was contained inside.
Go to George Fager, Hicksen’s attorney.]
Her eyes burned. This script, this statement, and this tone. It was indeed her father.
‘When the devil did you prepare such a thing?’
Although Volches’ falsehoods had led Anita to the property, it seemed that her father had anticipated the current predicament.
Therefore, you must be residing somewhere on the planet.
‘He’s telling me to go to Hicksen’s attorney.’
In addition, this was the only piece of paper in the paper bag and the address of the individual called Georges was not given…
“I… I don’t know anything! A man… a mysterious man came to me late at night and gave me this letter!”
Volches spoke in a passive tone.
“Did a mysterious man give you the letter?”
“Yes. It was delivered to me by a guy wearing a hat. I’m not lying! ‘There is no need to hurt someone… Simply give the paper to the young woman and inform her that it is a message from His Majesty the Duke’ —”
“Were you compensated for uttering this lie?”
The quiet response of Volches was that he only defends himself to the very end.
If his statements were accurate, there would be no additional questions. Anita gave the paper bag carrying the message to Lancelot with a deep sigh.
He seemed to have identified the individual in this message.
“I discovered it at the mansion. I have a letter from my father.”
Lancelot, though, only looked up at the paper bag.
“Check the contents once again.”
“Yes… and memorize the contents.”
There was nothing to memorize.
She wondered whether there was a reason, so she double-checked the note’s contents. Then she returned it to the paper bag.
“Have you mastered it?”
At that very time, Lancelot, who had been sitting rigidly, stood up.
Obviously, she gave up the paper bag and stood in front of the aisle while Lancelot talked his bit.
Volches, who was seated, regarded the sky with terror.
“I will allow you to live as you see fit. However, there are conditions.”
“Please tell me anything!”
“If that mysterious guy approaches you, communicate plainly.”
The end of the paper bag was dark and curled. In the blue flames, the paper bent and disintegrated like the roots of an ancient tree.
Lancelot was using a lighter to burn the paper bag. Without even inspecting the contents.
“The will of Vincent Volloni is only known by Anita Volloni… so if you’re planning on obtaining it, you must take it from her, under my roof.”
“Tha… Thank You!”
‘Lancelot advised me to memorize it for this purpose.’
‘Hicksen’s lawyer, George Fager.’
George Farger. George Fager.
While Anita repeatedly remembered the name of the unidentified attorney, Volches was dragged from the train by Edenbahir’s servants.
“Thank you for protecting me, Duke! Miss Anita! Thank you, thank you—”
Despite stopping, the train did not halt at the station.
Nonetheless, she could see the Chavalon from her position.
It took almost half a day to walk there. Anita was astonished to realize that she had almost arrived at her destination in a blink of an eye.
She’s so exhausted. Moreover, the train did not even stop at the station…
[If that mysterious guy approaches you, communicate plainly.]
[The will of Vincent Volloni is only known by Anita Volloni… so if you’re planning on obtaining it, you must take it from her, under my roof.]
Anita, who had been contemplating Lancelot’s provocations, decided to inquire.
“Lancelot. Do you recognize the mysterious man he’s referring to?”
The halted train resumed its journey.
Lancelot held her trembling body, which had lost balance and murmured.
The hand that was firmly grasping Anita’s waist retreated.
She first believed it to be a pun.
Does it mean that it’s Lancelot himself?
No, it was not Lancelot. If Lancelot had been the culprit, he would not have hired the whole train and rushed to rescue her.
The Duke of Edenbahir, who was laying on the bed, was in fact exploited, as was he.
Then those that remained.
“Maybe… your grandmother is after my father’s will?”
Lancelot’s silence was fine with her. Due to its absurdity, the castle suddenly came into view.
“How much does she hate me and my father!”
“This is inventive logic. I apologize, but no.”
Even though she felt sorry for Lancelot, the thought of her family’s financial situation came to her.
Volloni had owned silver mines and farms for centuries, allowing him to amass a substantial fortune.
In particular, the wealth gained by her father’s generation was distinct from that of some aristocratic families.
However, this was only true when comparing aristocratic families.
It’s impossible that Lancelot’s grandmother would covet this.
Lancelot muttered while staring into Anita’s eyes.
“You are ignorant. How much money is associated with the name of Vincent Volloni?”
During this period, she was calculating the approximate value of the money she had estimated while assisting her father.
“A third of the riches of the Montevio’s nobles.”
“You’re familiar with the Callasgo Trust, right? There are two proprietors of this firm, as you may be aware. Vincent Volloni and Duke Edenbahir.”
Her father and the Duke of Edenbahir established the Callasgo Trust, a real estate corporation.
She heard that the size was relatively tiny, but she was unaware of the specifics since her father and other enterprises were in charge of the Callasgo Trust’s company.
“What Grandmother might want is the share of your father’s company control… That right is on you since he is absent.”
“Volloni is insolvent. Consequently, the ownership of the Callasgo Trust is—”
“Don’t proceed. Technically, your father’s power does not constitute ownership of the company’s assets.”
Rights possessed by the founders of the Callasgo Trust.
There were few rights among them that a great noblewoman like the grandmother might want.
“Are investment management rights the subject?”
The investment management right of Callasgo Trust entails the investment’s complete management control.
‘According to what I’ve heard, investment management rights are similar to nominal rights.’
‘Was the ambiance unclear when I acquired this right?’
Lancelot, whose back was resting against the window, shook his head slightly in response to Anita’s inquiry.
There was an epiphany similar to a lightning bolt.
“Therefore, you proposed to me.”
He remained silent for some time before opening his lips very gently.
“Grandmother wants to command and control me and Edenbahir. My father likewise attempted to escape Grandma’s control for years, but… It seemed to me to be a catastrophic failure.”
It was a shocking revelation, but for Anita, the conflict between the wealthy and the elder of Edenbahir was nothing new.
Despite the grandmother’s continued one-sided adoration for Lancelot.
“I do not want to replicate my father’s mistakes. To do this, I must reclaim Edenbahir in its entirety, and I need the strength to do it.”
Anita was the focus of Lancelot’s emerald gaze in his words.
“You are searching for your father. Or take retribution. You may recover your rights. Instead, I will safeguard you.”
It also safeguards the Callasgo Trust’s investment management rights.
“Don’t complicate things, Anita Volloni. Would it be simple to see marriage as a business?”
Anita’s ear was assaulted by a low voice that murmured quietly.
It was the nicest and most pleasant voice she had ever heard from Lancelot.
“When everything is done, we’ll divorce… Obviously, I don’t want a kid. And I won’t allow anything to hold your freedom back from you.”