They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 550: Happy to See Someone You Tried to Kill?

"I’ve learned enough to see the truth when it’s right in front of me."

Somto’s mouth pressed into a thin line. He tried to speak, "I’m not—" but the words died before they left his tongue.

The lie was already cracked wide open.

Arthur, silent as ever, was still watching her. His expression hadn’t changed, but his eyes had that subtle sharpness, like he was filing away every detail of this moment.

Somto finally voiced the question both men were thinking.

"...How do you know?"

"Obviously because I—"

Nnenna’s mouth snapped shut.

Oh no. She had been this close to blurting out the truth about the Love System.

What a rookie mistake.

Not only would they probably never believe her, she wasn’t even sure she wanted them to know.

"I... I—" she stammered, the sudden hesitation drawing even more curious stares from the two men.

Somto glanced at Arthur again, silently asking the same question, What on earth is so hard for her to say?

Then, like a puzzle piece clicking into place, the thought hit him.

Wait... could it be?

we were still unconscious?" Somto asked, his voice now carrying that faint

Checking a patient’s pulse without equipment was second nature, Carl did it all

the smallest flicker of realization passing through them. She had indeed

Nnenna froze. "...Uhm."

want to lie. But telling

"I... uhm..."

Whoosh!

open without warning. All three turned instantly, sharp gazes

inside. He wasn’t striking, but there was something in his bearing, calm,

Arthur. General Somto. Princess Nnenna," he greeted with a polite nod. "Good

between them. "We had planned to give you separate rooms, but our

on Nnenna, there was a

buying it. "So, are you going to tell us why we were kidnapped, or what? You spent

If anything, his expression remained politely

and you’ll have your answers.

them exchanged quick glances. After a brief moment of silent calculation, they filed

a corridor lined with walls that gleamed faintly under the soft glow of concealed lighting.

rustle of distant activity. The hall stretched long, flanked by tall glass panels that offered

beautiful, but carried a quiet weight, the

the ceiling briefly, catching the faint shimmer of motion sensors before letting his gaze

the elevator, sleek, with a mirrored interior that reflected their expressions back at them. The ride down was smooth, almost too smooth, as if the entire building

air here was cooler, scented with something floral and faintly sweet.

door whooshed open with ease as they approached, and the dining

supported by elegant pillars. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in warm light, casting faint rainbows on the long table set with precision. Silver cutlery gleamed against fine china, and the scent of fresh baked bread and

the table, on the main seat, sat a woman. She looked young, but there was nothing soft about her presence. Her

gaze lifted as they entered. Her eyes

heartbeat, her expression faltered, almost as if she had seen a ghost. Then, a soft smile