Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

Chapter 25

It would have saved Harper so much trouble if she managed to run away secretly, but she was unexpectedly stopped by the
young man.
"You're so mean. How could you leave me alone and run away?" Carlson was angry.
"I'm just afraid that people from the Joy Club would take revenge on me. You're from the imperial family, and they wouldn't dare
hurt you. They have a strong background, so I wouldn't dare go against them when I'm just a nobody."
"But you still did it. I'm not afraid of anyone in the Joy Club unless they have the support of His Majesty!" Carlson boasted. "But if
it weren't for you, I would have been tricked. I can't believe those bastards set a trap for me."
"You're welcome. I was just short on money. Why don't you invite me to dinner to thank me?"
Harper replied frankly. Carlson studied Harper, who looked obsessed with money. "Are you lacking money?"
"I'm short on money. My mother passed away a long time ago, and my stepmother's cruel. She doesn't give me any money. My
father's incompetent and doesn't favor me. So, yes. I do lack money."
"Never mind. I'll buy you something to eat since you're so pitiful," Carlson sighed. 'His father must have a lot of concubines, ' he
thought.
"Thank you very much." A slight smile appeared on Harper's lips. "Since it's your treat, I won't turn down."
As the youngest son of Prince Allen, Carlson led a life of luxury and had been spoiled by his parents and brothers. He had never
experienced what it was like being short of money. "I knew you'd say yes. By the way, my name's Carlson Jun. What's yours?"
"Harrell Qin," Harper replied. Qin was her late mother's surname.
"Harrell. That's a good name. Let's go to the Spring Restaurant and have a good meal! By the way, tell me, how did you know
that there was something wrong with the dices?" Without asking whether Harper wanted to go, Carlson started dragging her.
Nina, Harper's maid, and Porter, Carlson's manservant, following after them. It angered Nina when she saw Carlson holding
Harper's arm, and she wanted to slap his hand away. It was inappropriate for an unmarried lady like Harper to be casually pulled
around the street by a man.
"Don't worry. His Highness is a nice man!" When Porter noticed that Nina was worried about Harper being bullied, he reassured
her.

Nina, however, only gave Porter an angry glance and hurried after Harper.
Once they entered the Spring Restaurant, they bumped into Hansen. "Oh, Carlson! How come Uncle Allen let you out today?"

Hansen sneered.
"Why is there a stray dog barking here?" Carlson retorted. Apparently, they loathed each other.
"Say that again! Carlson Jun!" It was clear that Hansen wanted to fight Carlson by the angry red on his face.
"I'll say it a thousand times!" Carlson sneered. "I despise people like you the most. You have done bad things, and yet you want
to have a good reputation. I've never seen anyone as shameless as you in my entire life!"
"Go to hell, Carlson Jun!" The scream echoed as Hansen stomped to Carlson with his fist raised. Harper kicked Carlson's leg

Carlson and he snapped, "Wait and see. I won't let you off!" "Humph!" A snort left Carlson. "Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Show me what you get next time! I'll wait for you! Harrell, let's go!" Unaware that someone was watching them, Carlson dragged Harper to the second floor. The moment they stepped into a private booth, Carlson patted Harper on the back and said, "You do have some tricks up your sleeve!" "Now that I'm on your side, I won't allow anyone to bully you. What's more, I hate double-faced people!" Harper stated. "Yeah, let's not talk about him. Tell me, how did you

a bowl. After she

"It sounds different."
Harper nodded and mixed all the dices together again. "The sharp ones are faulty, and the crisp ones are normal. The club was
loud so people with bad ears couldn't hear the differences. They used the noise to cover it up since no one would pay attention
to the sounds of the dices."
"I see...Please give them to me. I'll go home and study them carefully."
"No problem." Harper nodded and handed over the dices. "Just play occasionally. Don't get too involved."
"I know. You're such a busybody!" Carlson picked some food for Harper. "Since you're so good at gambling, do you still have any
special skills up your sleeve?"
Harper ate quietly and didn't answer his question. As Carlson noticed the way she ate, he said, "Harrell, when you eat, you look
just like those women in the Imperial Palace but you're more graceful than them."
"People put food first. When eating, you must behave yourself. Eating's an art. If you're forced to sit opposite a man who wolfs
down the food and dirties the table, I'm sure that you will lose your appetite. Sometimes, the table manners aren't only for self-
cultivation but as well as to not disturb others," Harper explained.
"You have a lot of reasons!" Carlson propped one hand against his cheek and stared at Harper. "But you do look really good

to do some small business so I want to see if there's any good store. I want to buy it and make

proudly patted his chest. "I definitely know the good stores in the city. I'll take you there,

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