When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 47

After a while, Rose opened her eyes while lying on her bed.

“Hmmm.”

The sun outside the window was casting brighter glares than usual.

“What? I slept this long…..? Why didn’t they wake me up?”

Rose Brumayer always acted like a picky youngster. Especially after waking up.

The maids were supposed to wake her up at the appointed time in the morning.

But no one came.

Rose had been inside the house since she was humiliated by Laritte and rejected by her fiancée.

Because of that, her hysteria got worse.

In the past, she would have bullied Laritte as a way to express her tantrums. Similar to how children disturbed ants who minded their own business on branches.

Since she couldn’t do that now, her stress just piled up.

She gritted.

‘Derpy employees. I’m sure they’re slacking since I haven’t lifted up my whip lately!’

She decided to release her anger on them.

She rushed outside the room. She turned left through the corridor on the second floor to find a man standing in front of a painting.

“Hey, you!”

She approached him as he thought he was a servant.

When the man turned around, she froze.

It wasn’t a servant. Rather, it was a government personal dressed in a uniform.

Only then did she take a look at her surroundings.

The hallway was empty. Devoid of any sculptures, flower vases, or any decorative items for that matter.

What’s worse, the official was currently taking off the remaining paintings.

“W-Who are you? Why are you taking that?”

The man shook his hand at her as if he was being bothered.

“I’m just following orders from above, so make a complaint there, Miss.”

Rose may have been expelled from social gatherings, but she was still an aristocrat. The daughter of a family who owned an estate.

She raised her voice.

“You lowly! Are you out of your mind?”

The man casually spoke.

“Is it necessary to properly treat a fallen aristocrat who has no land?”
“F-Fallen? What?”

He did not respond anymore.

first floor, still in her nightgown.

furniture and other miscellaneous things they owned out of the mansion.

who was sitting

filed a lawsuit with the investigative agency. The mansion and estate are

Boom!

a big rock came crashing down on her.

and estate, the title of

wealthy merchant would deal with

“We’re finished, Rose!”

fingers over her head,

than what plagued Laritte for

moment she spotted him carrying away

be confiscated. Be happy we didn’t take away your gown.” “Where are you taking them all?”

man checked the documents

of Reinhardt. There had been a demand to send the belongings of the

an

a chance she could

This is not the time to be sitting here idly. Let’s hurry and make our way to the Duke’s mansion.” “What are you planning to do?” “Laritte is there! We could try apologizing to that girl!”

exchanged looks out of concern.

determined to convince

after apologizing, we will reveal it to the public and get our house

convinced by Rose, they began to

so, he didn’t appear in any

agreed with Laritte’s opinion on such a

could be done in the house

if the weather was nice, they could

to talk about a random luxury item.

each chose a book to read from the study.

old that it seemed as if it were built a hundred years

rays pouring in and the refreshing scent of flowers accompanying the slow

in their hands while taking a bite of the

point, Ian asked.

this for a while, but is that what it’s

Laritte’s hand was 《100 Easy

the first time he came to know that such

that contain

found from dragons were known to

the order in which they contributed

eaten anything

they get them from?” “I assume that’s the reason why they wrote it in their imagination.”

more curious.

if that’s the case, is it meaningful as

returned to concentrate on the book again.

going to question her

stopped

silver strangles swayed as the

pulse accelerate again.

accepted this as an everlasting

thought of too many excuses to

Laritte was beautiful.

Objectively at that.

such a person grow less attractive in his eyes if

made him

he got used to it over time.