A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

13: I want to see you

Jian Qiao left in a hurry, but Rege was still staring directly at his back, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Prince Andrew took a slow sip of wine and gave advice in the tone of a man who'd been there before. "My dear, you were too straightforward just now. You'll scare the prey away."

Rege was well-acquainted with the "heroic deeds" of Prince Andrew. This man had used despicable means to force a lord then ruthlessly abandoned him. He could only maintain three minutes of heat, but it took his targets a lifetime to heal their inner wounds.

Relying on the fact his brother was King, he was used to doing whatever he wanted. Once he became king himself he'd grow even more unscrupulous.

It was obvious he had his eye on Jian Qiao.

Rege closed his eyes and couldn't stop thinking about how Jian Qiao had looked just now.

Because of the high fever, the man's skin and hair were damp with sweat, and under the illumination of the lamps, they revealed a glossy sheen that begged one to touch it. There was a crimson blush on his cheeks and the corners of his eyes, like the most beautiful rosy clouds on the horizon. His eyes were full of dewy tears and when he looked at others it seemed as if he was in love, but also as if he was confused.

He was as fragile as a child, like a fairy who'd strayed into the world.

When Rege had licked the back of his hand, his hot body heat was like a prairie fire, spreading along the tip of Rege's tongue to the bottom of his heart.

If I really were a lion, I might have eaten him then.

This rather baffling thought came to Rege, and he licked his sharp tiger teeth as if enjoying an endless aftertaste.

"He's my prey, do you agree?" he asked in a serious tone, looking at Prince Andrew.

Since he'd already helped Jian Qiao once, he didn't mind helping him to the end. Otherwise these people would cling to him like leeches.

Prince Andrew, who'd already enjoyed Jian Qiao countless times in his mind, couldn't help but freeze. This was the most delicious prey he'd found in quite a while, and he really didn't want to let it go. But Queen Moen and Rege were his strongest and most powerful supporters. Without these two to help him maneuver inside and outside the palace, he simply wouldn't win the crown at all.

In an instant, Prince Andrew weighed up his options. "Of course, he's yours."

With this he raised his glass and laughed loudly. "My dear, I congratulate you in advance!"

"Thank you." Rege raised his glass and clinked it with him, his eyes filled with the light of ambition.

Everyone roared with laughter. They knew that as long as Rege didn't tire of playing, the Earl of Flowervale wasn't someone they could touch. Originally they'd planned to force the person to stay and send him to Prince Andrew's bed after getting him drunk, then when Prince Andrew got tired of him, they could take turns spending the night with the beauty.

They did this all the time. The small lords who came to Polsa from remote places to pursue fame and fortune simply didn't dare to resist.

Some sank into a life of dissipation, some were destroyed by humiliation, some ran away never to reappear. But what did that have to do with them?

It was enough for them to move on to the next prey and indulge in the next round of bliss.

Rege, who thoroughly understood the nature of these people, knew all too well what Jian Qiao would face, so he stepped in, though he was still confused as to why he did it.