Chapter 251: Trouble?

Some time later, Grace was dining at the inn's restaurant.

Seated at a table by the window, she ate and drank with her usual elegance, each movement graceful and composed.

She cut her food into neat pieces, occasionally taking a sip of her drink before continuing her meal.

Her beautiful face remained calm, and her posture was impeccable, giving her the air of a refined young lady enjoying a peaceful night.

However, despite her elegant appearance, her thoughts couldn't help but wander back to the conversation she had shared with Aria earlier.

'That girl…'

Grace took another sip of her drink, her lips curling into a faint smile as she recalled Aria's serious expression while asking so many outrageous questions.

She shook her head slightly, and amused.

'Who would've thought she'd be so straightforward about something like that?'

Still, Grace couldn't deny that she found Aria rather interesting.

She knew that it was probably Aria's first time, so she had even been considerate enough to give her and Jake some personal space, but…

'This is the last time I will yield since it's a special occasion…'

Just as Grace was about to take another sip of her drink, a young man approached her table, followed by a few men who seemed to be his subordinates.

He was dressed in expensive-looking clothes, with neatly styled hair and a confident smile.

Judging by his appearance, he was probably a young master from some wealthy family.

"Excuse me, beautiful lady. Would you mind if I joined you?"

Grace raised her eyes to look at him, her expression remaining calm as she already saw straight through their intention.

"I'm afraid I'm already enjoying my meal," she replied politely.

The young man didn't seem discouraged by her response.

Instead, he pulled out the chair opposite her and smiled.

"Then perhaps I could make your meal a little less lonely? It's rare to encounter such a beautiful woman in a place like this. If I walked away without at least introducing myself, I'd regret it for the rest of the day."

He placed a hand against his chest and introduced himself with a practiced flourish.

"My name is—"

"That's nice."

Grace calmly picked up her fork and continued eating.

"…"

The young man's smile stiffened for a moment.

He had approached plenty of women before, and most would at least show some curiosity when he introduced himself.

Some might even blush when he complimented their appearance.

But this woman?

She didn't even seem interested in learning his name.

Nevertheless, he quickly recovered and leaned forward with another charming smile.

'After all… this woman is definitely worth the trouble.'

The young man couldn't help but glance at that generous chest before smiling.

"Perhaps I haven't expressed myself properly. What I mean is, a woman as beautiful as you shouldn't have to dine alone. Allow me to treat you to something better. I'm sure I can arrange a much more luxurious meal than anything this inn has to offer."

Grace finally put down her fork and looked at him.

"Are you finished?"

The young man blinked.

"…Pardon?"

"Your flirting, I mean. Are you finished?"

Her tone was perfectly polite, almost gentle.

Yet the straightforward question left him momentarily speechless.

Grace dabbed the corner of her lips with a napkin before continuing.

"Because I'd like to finish my meal in peace."

For the first time since approaching her, the young man struggled to maintain his smile.

But rather than giving up, he let out an awkward laugh.

"Ahaha, you're quite the cold beauty, aren't you? I like that. It makes winning your favor all the more worthwhile."

Grace stared at him for a few seconds, as if she were looking at an idiot.

She was already telling him indirectly she wasn't interested, yet he was still talking nonsense.

Seeing that Grace had no intention of entertaining his young master, one of the lackeys standing behind him stepped forward with a displeased expression.

"Hey, woman! Do you know who you're talking to?"

Grace resumed cutting her food, not even bothering to look at him.

The lackey's face darkened.

"Our young master is being kind enough to invite you to dine with him, yet you dare to treat him like this? Do you have any idea how many women would kill for such an opportunity?"

Another lackey immediately chimed in, crossing his arms with a smug expression.

"That's right! You should consider yourself lucky. If our young master takes a liking to you, you'll have no shortage of wealth and luxury for the rest of your life!"

The young man seemed rather pleased with his subordinates' words.

He leaned back in his chair, watching Grace with a confident smile as though he expected her to change her attitude at any moment.

Unfortunately for him, Grace remained completely unfazed.

She calmly picked up her drink, took a small sip, and placed the cup back on the table.

"…Are you all finished?"

Her soft voice made the lackeys pause.

Grace finally raised her eyes, looking at them with a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"If you've finished your performance, would you mind leaving? You're disturbing the other guests."

The surrounding tables had already begun attracting curious glances.

A few patrons quietly exchanged looks, while others pretended not to watch.

Hearing that rejection, the lackeys stared at Grace in anger.

One of them stepped forward, his voice growing harsher.

"Don't get too full of yourself, woman! Our young master—"

"Enough."

The young man raised a hand, stopping his lackey before he could continue.

He had finally realized that his usual approach wasn't working.

Rather than getting angry, he decided to try another tactic.

With a handsome smile, he leaned toward Grace.

"My apologies. My subordinates are a little too protective of me. Please don't take their words to heart."

He paused, then added confidently, "Surely we can still have a pleasant conversation, can't we, beautiful lady?"

Grace looked at him for a moment.

Then she lowered her gaze to her plate.

"No."

"…"

Grace, who saw that this group still didn't leave, frowned.

It seemed that being polite wasn't going to work with these people.

She put down her fork and finally looked directly at the young man.

"Look, let me make this clear. I'm already taken."

The young man blinked, but before he could respond, Grace continued in the same calm, matter-of-fact tone with a beautiful and bright smile.

"Moreover, I'm already someone else's personal slut. So I'm afraid you have absolutely no chance with me. Not to mention I've been trained to enjoy my owner's cock only for the rest of my life."

"…"

The young man's smile froze completely.

Even the lackeys standing behind him fell silent, staring at Grace as though they couldn't believe what they had just heard from such an elegant and refined young lady.

For several seconds, nobody at the table said a word.

After all, they had expected her to be a little embarrassed, perhaps even flustered by their persistent advances.

But instead, she had dropped a bombshell so casually that none of them knew how to react.

Grace, meanwhile, simply picked up her fork again.

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