Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian)

Chapter 551

Kenny sharply rebuked, "How dare you! What Prince Charles said was simply the truth. His noble status and esteemed position are incomparable to us Dragothians.

"The past events were long gone and had nothing to do with Prince Charles. Besides, it was only fitting for someone as noble as Prince Charles to have some women for his entertainment." Lyra hastily agreed, "Mr. Kenny is right. It would be an honor for us Dragothian women to be favored by Prince Charles."

Seeing so many people fawning over him, Charles became even more arrogant and smug. "You Dragothians are all inferior and lowly, especially the women. It's a great honor for you to be played with by me.

"I'll be staying here for a while. Any woman who wants to be with me can come and stand behind me now. I'll favor you all in turn a hundred times over. I guarantee that each of you will have a good time."

Kenny quickly asked, "What are you women waiting for? Hurry and go over there. If you can gain Prince Charles' favor, your families might have a chance to cooperate with the Cereria. This is a heaven-sent opportunity!" Many women were tempted upon hearing this. Immediately, a young lady from a prominent family walked over.

With the first person taking the lead, there was bound to be a second and a third. In just a minute, over a dozen women stood behind Charles.

Some wanted to go but were too shy to do so. Of course, many women were angered by this, but they dared not express it.

many prominent families were

at Esme before saying, "Ms. Bailey, what are you waiting for? You're Prince Charles' favorite. It's such an

Whoever wants to be a bootlicker can go ahead. I find

your

"Ms. Bailey, my patience is limited. Angering me won't do you

to restrain herself for her family's

agree to

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I'm a noble prince in the Western Region. Why choose trash over me?" "You Western Region mongrel, you must be tired of living!"

he left Dragothia. He never expected this Western Region

held him tightly, whispering, "Don't be rash. He's the crown prince of Cereria. Killing him would cause

he flew into a rage. "You lowly Dragothian scum, how dare you

also hastily rebuked,