On the other side.
Clint pulled Joyce away in front of Chiyuki, leading her to the garden behind the villa. The back garden was much larger than expected, with signposts for various amenities like a swimming pool, tennis court, and a small golf training area. In such a prime location, it was clear that the royal family's wealth and status in Rohomes were extraordinary.
After walking some distance, Joyce shook off Clint's hand.
"Alright, she can't see us anymore. No need to keep acting," she said coldly.
"Acting?" Clint chuckled. "Why do you think I'm acting?"
"Your fiancée? Chiyuki, the eldest daughter of the Yoshikawa family, has quite a significant status. She's a good match for you."
Joyce didn't get to finish before Clint interrupted.
"I don't like her."
"Whether you like her or not doesn't matter. You don't want to marry her because you don't want to be controlled by the Yoshikawa family? You're afraid they'll grow stronger and overshadow the royal family? Clint, I see through you. Everything you do has a purpose," Joyce sneered.
"Who says liking someone isn't important?" Clint's face turned cold as he grabbed Joyce's chin.
"For me, liking someone is very important."
He frowned. "Don't define me so casually. You know too little about me."
His eyes were filled with shadows as he spoke each word slowly.
Joyce was stunned. He showed his anger in front of her without hiding it.
"I don't need to fear the Yoshikawa family; you're wrong. On the contrary, I can fully control them," Clint scoffed. "Do you think a brainless woman like Chiyuki can influence me? She would only be used by me. It's ridiculous. If I married her, I would have already taken over the Yoshikawa family."
Joyce frowned. His words made sense. Marrying her as a decoration wouldn't be a big deal.
"Heh." She laughed dryly. "I actually think she's quite suitable for you. She's pretty too."
"Joyce, if you don't want me to... tonight, you'd better shut up now."
Clint glared at her as a warning.
Joyce fell silent and stopped talking.
Fine, his marriage was none of her business. She was on his turf and had to watch his mood; it was wise not to provoke him. Maybe Clint wasn't exactly what she imagined. At least a normal person wouldn't do such crazy things-using dark magic on her was beyond comprehension.
She shrugged, took a few steps forward pretending to stretch her body, and said, "The swimming pool looks nice. I haven't swum in a long time. Mind if I exercise a bit?"
Clint responded indifferently, "Suit yourself."
At that moment, Watanabe came into the garden again. He quickly walked over to Clint and whispered something in his ear.
Clint's expression turned grim.
Joyce glanced at them suspiciously.
Honestly, ever since she arrived at Clint's private residence, she felt an unusual atmosphere. After experiencing so much, her senses were sharp now.
The residence was heavily guarded with an oppressive atmosphere; everyone was very alert.
Such precautions and Watanabe frequently reporting to Clint suggested something big was about to happen.
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