Chapter 560

---- made myself comfortable.

I had all day to play this little game of Bastard Duke versus Miserable Duchess.

I stared at him without blinking.

I looked like a professional stalker.

He coughed suddenly, bringing his fist to his mouth.

Fora second, I could have sworn the hint of a smirk flickered at the corner of that hateful mouth.

No, it must have been my imagination.

This ice man only hated Rossellathere was no other intention behind his actions but contempt.

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the figures per hectare of harvested grain are these, and we stored XXX in the silos...

Thats not right, I blurted, and then immediately wanted to slap myself.

Why the hell did I speak? My impulsiveness was getting the best of me.

And why does the Duchess think they re incorrect? Please, enlighten us with your wisdom, Mr.

Wallace quipped, setting the report down.

borders in the southern region, correct? He

I know the south and its agriculture

of land couldnt possibly yield so

Has the Duchess ever worked the land? he scoffed, ready to keep running his mouth, but

Explain, Duchess.

figures are

a second, I was tempted

I rememberedthis wealth was what I

steal a single

I needed to get on his good

was just reviewing these maps you have here, I said, walking around the desk, gathering

a better view of the enormous map he was

mark the hectares, then in this area

started explaining

up in

he had always kept a close eye

werent always the

had taught both Rossella and me about it,

was the one who had followed him everywhere like

bet anything that in this biggest silo, they

head suddenlyonly to find myself inches away from those piercing eyes that seemed to look

leaning over

my sister had been crazy for this manany woman would

because I was more concerned with keeping my head

JT mean...

in the fields,

trailed off as I instinctively took a step back, like I had been

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