Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 99

C99

"Is this the result you said you'd show?"

Ophelia closed her eyes once again, facing the worst result.

"I'm so sorry. It's all my fault..."

Lying face down in front of the foundations, she trembled like a soft tree and constantly muttered words of apology.

Ophelia hoped that Mia would show excellent healing power at the <Omicron> conference and be recognized by external celebrities.

But this year, the Omicron conference was not successful.

It was due to Princess Emmanuelle's nonsense.

After being publicly humiliated, Princess Emmanuelle abandoned her thesis presentation, making <Omicron> the laughingstock.

To minimize the ridicule and criticism from the outside as much as possible, Philap reduced the size of the conference.

And Mia's presentation was ruined.

"This time, it was the fault of Princess Deborah again! That darn girl!"

Ophelia clenched her hands so tightly that they bled.

"This time, once again, you've taken a lot of blood. You're talking as if you left it to me."

The mysterious man muttered, tapping the armrest with his pale hands.

"She said she doesn't trust you anymore and won't give you another chance."

"I'm sorry, I've sinned to death, but please save me, spare my life."

"That's not my responsibility. Reflect deeply on the pain and ask for mercy."

The soft-looking man on the right, Francois, said coldly and then nodded.

In the darkness, those dressed in black robes came out and dragged Ophelia from the foundations.

The mysterious man, holding his chin as he listened to the desperate screams from the underground stairs, had a serious face and bluish lips.

"What will happen to Mia now? If Ophelia goes, the person in charge disappears..."

"She told me to take care of that... and she's very angry with Princess Deborah."

Francois answered the mysterious man's question.

"I can't believe I have to turn a fool into a saint. I even have to deal with Princess Seymour."

Mia was much less than what Francois expected.

Although she might have some popularity among the people thanks to her dedication, her presence in central society was average.

However, she was a card he couldn't easily discard.

Above all, it seemed that the person they followed still expected something from Mia Binoche.

For her followers, what she said was as good as the truth.

"Support me well. At the end of the day, Mia Binoche has to be the true saint. She's something that could determine the throne."

"Agreed."

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After the group conference, I asked Margaret to make a list of the information guilds in the capital.

So, for today, I got rid of complex thoughts and relaxed.

I've been working like a dog all this time, and tomorrow was the weekend.