Chapter 3

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Society congratulated Count Jeon. The beautiful youngest daughter of Count Jeon, who had gone missing in the accident and left many grieving, had finally returned, and everyone was partying and toasting every day.

Jungkook immediately requested an attorney to drop the report of Lili Jeon's disappearance. Although she was allowed to die more than five years after her disappearance under the laws of the kingdom, Count Jeon had waited patiently for Lili without declaring her death. His glimmer of hope that she might be alive somewhere had finally paid off.

But this joy was short-lived. No matter how much Lisa resembled the lost sister, it would be absurd to make a conclusion before a paternity test, and the Counts' Senate argued for a test. Actually, it wasn't that difficult to do a paternity test. The former Count Min-ho was already dead, but one of his belongings, a diamond locket, had the count's hair sealed. It was as if he had foreseen that something like this would happen in the future.

But Jungkook was very angry at this. The reason was that he would look pathetic if he couldn't even recognize the face of his only sister. It was the first time that the young count, who was perceived to resemble his father's personality, showed such anger. Against him, the resistance of the senate melted away.

Lisa was also relieved by Jungkook's treatment. But she had to be prepared just in case. Because she had to plan to run away immediately if she ever had to do a paternity test. Lisa roamed around the mansion, determined to take whatever she could.

The Count's mansion was admirably luxurious. Marble floors and high ceilings, large chandeliers and famous paintings of the gods. Everything was antique. Even if she lifted her head a little, everything in all directions was expensive.

When she woke up in the morning, several servants came into the room, washed Lisa's body with warm water, and helped decorate. Dressed in a soft, silky silk dress, Lisa looked in the mirror and looked around herself. It was the first time in her life that she had worn such an expensive dress, so she smiled.

'Jeon Lisa.'

It was the moment when she finally had her last name, which she had not had for twenty years. If you think about it, Lisa was a more attractive name than Lili. A street thief at best, she grew bolder day by day.

Life at the Count's mansion was so luxurious that there was hardly any time to be bored. At first, Lisa was awkward giving instructions to the servants, but as time went on, she looked after them as if she were the hostess of the family.

Every day, a sumptuous meal was brought to the table, and in the evenings she always ate with Jungkook. The meal was very enjoyable. Jungkook wasn't very talkative, but just looking at his face was a lot of fun. If possible, she thought that it wouldn't be bad to live in the mansion for the rest of her life with that handsome man's face in her eyes. She hoped there would be no paternity tests....... Lisa really hoped so.

"Pfft."

Today, after dinner with Jungkook, Lisa came back to her room and burst into laughter. She looked down at her ring finger. There was a jewelry ring, which Jungkook presented to her as a commemoration of their reunion. Where could you find a brother who was so caring and kind? A laugh escaped Lisa's lips.

'Do you like it?'

'Oh my goodness. It is so pretty. Brother!'

'I'm glad you like it.'

'I'm embarrassed to say this, but....... I really, really, really love you, brother.

Saying 'I love you' was not an empty feeling. How could she not love the one and only brother who generously gave her everything. Blue jewels from the continent across the far sea cost the equivalent of several buildings in the capital. It was simply a huge windfall. There was no need to steal other jewels from the mansion. Because this gem alone would allow her to play and eat for the rest of her life.

"Everything is really easy. He's an innocent count with a handsome face."

Lisa smiled innocently, thinking that everything was in the palm of her hand.

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