âOkay, Miss. Iâll be rooting for you.â
Smiling brightly, Melissa squeezed Rowenaâs hand.
âBe sure to give me a copy of your first book when you publish it.â
âOf course. Iâll give you two copies, three copies and more if you want.â
It wasnât long before the joke died down. Rowenaâs spine stiffened while she stood in front of the publishing company, She took a deep breath as she knocked on the door.
William greeted her with a smile.
âHave you thought about what I said the other day?â
âYes, I have given it a lot of thought.â
It was a blow to her ego to revise a manuscript she had written for so long and make adjustments to match the publishing house standards, but she needed the money.
William gave her a determined look and lifted his mouth. He skimmed over the manuscript and gave his verdict.
âItâs very good, Can I publish it as soon as I finish checking for typos?â
Rowenaâs eyes lit up with hope. William laughed and glanced out the window. There was a shadow of a trail on her that hadnât been there before.
Perhaps it a servant of that woman to spy the person in front of him. Last week a woman named Gertrude came to see him, Just before this woman who dressed up as a man came to meet him.
âYou have to do a play.
âYes, itâs very simple.
The surprising thing was that the womanâs manuscript was better than he had expected, compared to what a country bumpkin could write so he even gave her some sincere advice.
But that was it, this was it. Money was everything in this world, money always comes first, and writing was a waste of time.
The deposit he had already received was not small. Hiding his wicked smile, William opened the curtains and sat down in his chair.
âShall we begin then?â
It was a dimly lit place even at midday. Killian frowned at the smell that hit him as soon as he stepped inside, following the staffâs polite directions. It was broad daylight, but the dimly lit entertainment district was full of giggling, gambling, and drunk men with women in revealing clothing.
The attendant politely opened the door. A drunken man was fooling around with the women in the middle of the room.
â Okay, you can leave now.â
As the door closed behind him, Killian took off his hat and covered his nose with his hand. The smell of alcohol was so bad it made his head ache. It was a filthy place that he normally wouldnât even look at it.
As he looked around at the trashy place, he found the man he was looking for.
When the man realized that Killian was there, he stood up quickly.
âHey, whatâs up? You donât come to a place like this.â
They were classmates at a private school. He was the illegitimate son of a Count, a wild, free-spirited and disorganized man.
He is the complete opposite of him, having been assigned the title of duke from birth and following a path that has been set for him.
Though their relationship was limited to school, they shared many secrets together.
âAre you still living like a piece of trash.?â
Shrugging his shoulders, Felix woke the two naked sleeping women and sent them on their way. After a moment of silence, Killian sat down on the couch.
âThe matter I told you to look into it.â
The atmosphere changed drastically when he got straight to the point.