For My Husband’s New Wife - Chapter 16

“Photo?”

The photograph depicted a peaceful home that seemed to be as ancient as the locker.

This residence…

‘I remembered. The mansion of Edenbahir where I went to play with my father seven years ago.’

Due to the attention of Duke Edenbahir, Anita’s chamber was able to be fully adorned. There, she dimly remembers moving toys, clothing, shoes, and books that she used as a kid.

The folded paperwork was placed underneath the picture.

{Building Manager}

The proprietor is Vincent Volloni.

“It’s my father’s name.”

Anita examined the materials with great care. Considering the listed building space and structure, the photo’s villa’s building book seemed obvious.

It was the villa of the Volloni family, not the Edenbahir family.

The following paper was a receipt. Given that it was loaded with furniture payment lists, it resembled a villa’s furnishings.

‘Payment date… A mere year ago?’

Even eight months ago, the personnel office paid out a considerable sum. In a brief note.

In July of next year, gardeners, butlers, and servants will be employed, and special brokerage fees will be paid in advance.

The brokerage fee of the employee to be employed in July of next year was said to have been paid in advance.

In July of the following year…

Right now.

Anita scanned the remaining payment list without exception. Interestingly, food was also supplied.

As if someone is getting ready to move.

‘That can’t be true.’

‘My father left his hometown for Chavalon in pursuit of achievement.’

Young Anita could quickly perceive his father’s goal due to his brilliance and fervor.

Restrictions on Status, Money, and knowledge are the only ways to surpass this limitation.

The guy who would cross the straw bridge for Anita’s education and prosperity was her father.

Chavalon, the golden city, was a proof of her father’s success. Why did he leave Chavalon if his money and honor were all here?”

If her father planned to relocate without Anita’s knowledge,

‘Did you know about today’s events?’

Maybe that’s why he left Chavalon early.

Anita’s heart started to race with expectation and excitement.

Perhaps her absent father is waiting in this mansion for her arrival. No, I was certain.

If not, the Duke won’t send her here.

Anita stuffed documents and photographs into her luggage. Knowing the facts, further delay was unnecessary.

The property is located near Budort, 20 hours by rail from Chavalon. The train will depart early tomorrow morning.

Before leaving the facility, she questioned the guy who unlocked the locker.

“May I know when my items have been placed in storage?”

The guy averted Anita’s gaze and quickly shook his head.

“No… n-no I’m not aware… So… So please don’t ask me and… and go—”

“Then… Can you pretend that you didn’t see me today?”

“I, I, I, ah, I didn’t see anything.”

“Thanks.”

Anita bent her head and left the warehouse as she exited. She could feel her pace increasing with each stride she took. In any case, her father was not deceased…

“You said you had no idea where it was.”

A voice overflowing with laughter was heard by Anita. However, it is difficult to identify whether the laughter represents mirth or happiness.

“Did you despise me enough to lie?”

Anita went towards the youthful enviousness.

An aristocrat with gray hair and a jeweled butterfly mask stood there. Anita regained the tension she had let go of as she stood motionless with her back dripping with sweat.

The fact that she was unaware of his identity was very unsettling, but she had no intention of letting him notice. Anita nonchalantly gave fake justifications.

“It’s true that I was unaware.”

“I’m sorry but I see your pattern now. When you lie, your eyes never smile, it’s just your lips. In case you didn’t know.”

However, the manner in which the guy guides a discussion is so deft that Anita had no option but to be unaware of her lips. Smiling now?

This is how everything transpired; he intended for it to be this way.

“Yes, I was unaware. Thank you for informing me.”

“Have you found what you were seeking?”

A guy who was also searching for the green vault.

This would indicate that the guy is closer to ‘discovering’ items such as Anita than ‘concealing’ things such as her father or Duke Edenbahir.

“No. Unfortunately, I was unable to locate it. It’s been so long that I believe I’ve forgotten.”

The guy emitted a brief outburst of laughing.

“You are now grinning. It is funny.”

“Thanks to you.”

The gentleman seems uneasy.

As previously, it was impossible to ignore him and treat him as if he did not exist.

Does this guy possess any knowledge?

He approached Anita with a question while holding out a flower.

“Then, young lady… what is your name?”

It was the blue rose she had rejected during their first encounter.

“Rosa Eburg.”

“Ha… even if you die, you won’t tell me?”

She did not intend to betray her identity. She was going to depart when dread started to take precedent over her interest.

“Sister!”

Didn’t the kid who was racing from a distance take Anita’s hand and pull her out?

“Ah! I’ve been looking for you all this time! Let’s go home because I’m starving!”

“What? Kid, wait—”

“Hurry! Because my brother is also waiting for you!”

Brother?

Anita was hauled from the waste pile because the boy’s initiative was so natural.

The child, who had been sprinting for some time, came to a halt in front of an antique four-wheeled carriage parked outside the amusement park.

“I brought her.”

A silver coin fell from between the carriage’s doors. Anita recognized at first glance that the silhouette was of a male.

“Who is in there?”

The little kid holding the silver coin gestured toward the carriage’s occupant.

“Thank you so much. Please contact me once more if you need my help.”

As Anita took a moment to catch her breath, the breeze in the heavily lit lane subsided somewhat.

No matter how much she considered it, he seemed to have assisted her.

“I don’t know who you are, but I appreciate your assistance—”

At that time,

As the door gap increased, a white hand stretched out. The presence of the mystery man’s hand quickly revealed his identity to Anita.

It was Lancelot who was responsible.

“How long do you intend to be there? Accept my hand.”

‘Oh.’

That’s correct, that was…

Anita only listened to the voice, yet an unprecedented sense of relief flooded over her like a flood.

As she grasped his hand and hopped inside the carriage, the wheels started to move as if in anticipation.

Anita lowered her head, removed her hat, and smoothed her hair before addressing Lancelot directly.

The face of the amusement park going by filled her vision as it was seen through the window’s white curtains.

“I am also quite serious.”

How can one feel enthusiasm and delight after seeing such a scene?

In addition, did he not come quickly to pick me up despite his hectic schedule?

Even though Anita was first just interested in it, she was pleased. As joyfully as her heart beats.

“How did you know that I went here?”

“Because you’ve informed the butler.”

Indeed, it was.

“I was unaware that I was going to be dragged all the way to the trash disposal.”

As though in response to a voice of indifference, Anita’s imagination flashed on the strange surroundings of the ancient storage room.

‘Do not show it to anybody. Likewise to Lancelot-nim. This is the thing provided by the Duke for Miss Anita.’

Even if the request originated from the Duke of Edenbahir.

Anita cannot fully deceive Lancelot, who is assisting her.

Anita chose to mediate a deal between Duke Edenbahir and Lancelot.

“I spent some time there since I had things to observe.”

Looking back slowly, his eyes encouraged her to speak from behind.

“Well. I will explain later, not now.”

“Why?”

“It is similar to a woman’s secret.”

The quick-witted Lancelot was unwilling to investigate more. The absence of Lancelot’s attention from her was just that.

Ultimately, she has no secrets in his presence.

Because that was the truth and not arrogance, Anita’s lips tasted somewhat sour.

She managed to change the subject as she brought the bag of photographs and papers into her arms.

“Anyway… Thanks for your assistance, I felt quite humiliated.”

“It was as though you were acquainted.”

“Who? The guy wearing the butterfly mask? No matter how much I consider it, I cannot recall who he is. His conduct is sometimes questionable.”

After a little period of stillness, he issued a stern warning.

“Do not go out alone in the future. This fits your current circumstance.”