Until The Day I Die

Chapter 8: In Rose Company, our services are...

Immediately after my dear fiancé left, Philip came to me with a forced smile.

"Rose, what did you speak about with the prince...?"

I showed off my knowledge.

However, you seem to distrust me, sis-con brother. I really don't understand why.

Me staying alone with my fiancé, what could happen?

Murder? Food-poisoning? Treason? Cancelling the engagement? Or great disrespect on my part and our house falling out of favor? No way~.

I'm not that type of person.

Do tell me if he cancels the engagement though; or if he gets an indigestion because of the tea—I'll take full responsibility.

After all, I am a very responsible person. I have absolutely no ulterior motives, I swear it on God.

I internally nodded to myself.

I can already see my smooth neck under the guillotine, taunting the blade to cut it to achieve perfection.

Indeed, it was a wise choice to invite him for tea.

I ignored Philip and headed toward the lunching room, no, dining room.

"I'm hungry, let's eat."

Because this whole family revolves around me so everyone has to eat when I want it. On the contrary, if I don't want dinner then you can't have it either.

The moral is, if you want to eat at least 4 meals a day, hurry up and throw me out of the house. Death sentence is preferred, I'll even give you proof and the motive.

Hello, here is Rose enterprise. In this company, we offer our services when you have to designate a culprit for a crime you or someone else did and we'll willingly be your scapegoat! The price is only 1 trillion *whatever money is used in this country*, buy now!

Of course, if the crime's sentence is death, we'll specially lower the price, but you won't be able to buy our services anymore because the only employee is me.

But if you become the employee in my stead because of guilt afterward, then the company can continue running and it'll be a happy end for everyone. By the way, I dedicate all my assets to my dear fiancé after I die.

Now, let's find weird things to give him and write my will... As a psychotic sadistic serial killer, maybe Rose has some kinky things hidden somewhere or some cut head under the floor. I'll have to check.

Since walking to the dinning room was especially long, I had time to think about a lot of things.

I also made sure to keep my chin slightly lifted with an arrogant expression on my face and a self-confident attitude.

Look, brother, your sister has matured! I went from arrogant to arrogant and self-confident.

Now I self-confidently don't assume the nonsense I might say.

Taking responsibility is for the weak. As the daughter of a duke, I have power so I have the choice to not bear the consequences of my actions without being punished while others don't.

So, by the way, can I ask you if Ethan was adopted now? I'll assume the consequences, I swear it on God. If I don't uphold my promise, then God will die—and everyone knows I am very pious.

Asher: *stare*

Asher isn't here, Asher isn't here...

I naturally turned my gaze away from my imagination and recalled something

By the way, isn't one person who should scold me missing here?

"Brother, where is Ethan?"

I considered calling Ethan my favorite brother for a moment to metaphorically stab that sis-con but decided against it since it was too out of character for Rose.