That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 127
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Chapter 127
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen my husband’s mistress.”
At Roxanne’s haughty mockery, Belladonna momentarily stopped breathing. The sound of the noble ladies giggling among themselves echoed in Belladonna’s ears.
“Since it’s been so long, your outfit too…”
Roxanne’s eyes looked Belladonna up and down.
“Has become much more modest.”
“…!”
At the obvious ridicule, Belladonna bit the inside of her mouth with all her strength. She tasted blood.
Belladonna Mertung, who always wore the finest dresses and flaunted her beauty whenever she might encounter Roxanne, felt intense shame at this moment.
She wanted to slap her past self from a few hours ago who had chosen a modest dress to avoid offending Tulia.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had Aunt Roxanne here too.”
Tulia Frazier leisurely observed the trembling Belladonna and Sandra as she continued speaking.
“I want to show the ladies another good thing.”
Clap clap.
At the second round of applause, the nobles who had been in a daze reflexively turned their gazes toward the door.
The person entering this time was also a woman.
Someone recognized her and shouted.
“Oh my! It’s Designer Orllen!”
“Goodness! Designer Orllen came in person?”
Orllen Boutique was considered one of the finest boutiques in the Briyang Empire.
Designer Orllen, the owner of that boutique, had come to visit personally!
Following her came a parade of dresses.
Under the chandelier’s light, the beads and jewels densely embroidered on the dresses emitted a dazzling brilliance.
Ladies with discernment and refinement couldn’t help but guess the price of each and every one of those dresses.
Click click.
Dozens of mannequins dressed in beautiful gowns filled the Grand Banquet Hall.
“Now, ladies?”
Tulia said as she moved forward.
“Grandfather always said the Grand Duchy is one family. So would you ladies choose a dress for me?”
“I brought only the pieces I’m most confident about from this season’s collection, Lady Tulia.”
Designer Orllen spoke with a voice full of pride.
Her works were coveted even by the Imperial Family. These were expensive dresses that even ordinary noble ladies couldn’t think of purchasing without serious consideration.
The noble ladies and Ladies who got to see Designer Orllen’s works up close—works from a boutique that wasn’t even easy to enter—wore expressions of ecstasy.
“Lady Tulia suits diamonds, so how about this one?”
After one brave noble lady’s comment, everyone began choosing dresses without exception, making the Grand Banquet Hall bustling with noise.
Wild rose patterns and pomegranate flower shapes with delicate lace, muslin ribbons, and fluttering frills.
“Goodness. They’re truly so beautiful.”
The Ladies also enjoyed looking at the dresses as if appreciating outstanding works of art.
How much time had passed?
Tulia, who had been smilingly listening to opinions that included some arguments about which dress was pretty and which would suit her better, finally spoke.
“Thank you for choosing so passionately. As expected, the ladies of the Grand Duchy have excellent taste. Then…”
The noble ladies were inwardly curious about which dress Tulia would choose.
“I’ll purchase all of them. Please bill Marquis Aster Frazier for the payment, Designer Orllen.”
“It was worth coming all the way to the Grand Duchy. Thank you, Lady Tulia Frazier.”
A complete sellout.
“Good heavens!”
“A-all of these dresses?”
“The price of one dress is, I mean… Oh my.”
Everyone present was busy whispering in surprise, differing only in degree.
Some delicate Ladies even placed their hands over their pounding hearts.
Tulia asked Orllen, who was grinning broadly.
“Oh. I’m curious about one thing.”
“Oh my, please ask me anything.”
“The dress my younger sibling Sandra is wearing today is also from Orllen Boutique, isn’t it?”
Orllen’s gaze moved. She spoke kindly.
“Yes, that’s correct. It’s a limited edition seasonal piece.”
“If it’s a limited edition seasonal piece, you absolutely wouldn’t resell it, would you?”
“Of course not, Lady Tulia. Not reselling limited edition pieces is Orllen Boutique’s tradition and my pride.”
Upon hearing Orllen’s firm words, Tulia’s smile deepened considerably.
In other words, it transformed into a devilish smile. Sandra trembled without realizing it.
“You heard that, didn’t you? Countess Orquin.”
And so, right after the party that was enjoyable for everyone except those two ended.
I stopped Sandra and Belladonna Mertung, who had been trying to hurriedly escape the hall mixed in with the group of departing noble ladies, and spoke about the main point of today’s multi-billion shopping show.
“That Designer Orllen absolutely never resells limited edition seasonal items.”
“S-Sandra! Quickly return the dress to the young lady! Cleanly! Hurry!”
Designer Orllen’s limited edition seasonal piece that she absolutely never resells.
That meant even if you paid 100 million gold when buying it at the boutique, you’d have to pay several times more to find it on the resale market.
Designer Orllen’s limited pieces were worth that much.
Belladonna was quick-witted.
She must have already half-figured out why I was bringing this up and was calculating in her head.
“Oh my, no. Countess Orquin.”
Yeah. But I’m Tulia.
Besides, Sandra’s wicked intentions are clearly readable.
Did she expect me to show mercy? Really?
“Why would you think I’d take back and wear a dress someone else has worn?”
“Y-young lady?”
“Of course you’ll have to pay me back in gold equivalent to buying that dress. Oh, my Head Maid will help with the calculation.”
It’s a dress by Designer Orllen with added rarity and fame.
You’d have to pay at least double, no, triple the price.
“I’ll send the bill to Uncle Nigel. Sandra?”
Sandra’s face turned pale white, and Belladonna Mertung’s face turned corpse-like blue-green.
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The Imperial Capital.
“To suddenly put up this large mansion in such a good location with excellent access. It’s good for us, though.”
The Elderly Count who came to buy Nigella’s mansion asked with a puzzled expression.
“…Ahem. I got tired of living in the same mansion continuously. I’m putting this one up for sale to settle here and find a better mansion.”
Nigella, who had to urgently put up this excellent mansion as he said, concealed his rotten smile and made excuses.
“Ah. It seems you’re planning to return to the Count’s Estate now. Well, Grand Count. Don’t take this badly, but listen. Honestly, you’ve been away from the Count’s Estate for too long.”
It was a roundabout way of criticizing him for keeping a mistress while having a legitimate wife.
“…Haha. I’ll take the Count’s words to heart.”
Normally, he might say such things behind his back, but never to his face.
‘The rumors have already spread all the way to the Imperial Capital. Damn it.’
The story that he and Belladonna had been embezzling Tulia’s upbringing expenses to live luxuriously!
The more he refuted it, the more disadvantageous it would become, so Nigella had no choice but to finish the deal while smiling like a spineless fool. He was that desperate for funds.
The promissory note clearly specified the interest rate, so even being late by a single day would result in enormous additional interest accumulating. Nigella could no longer continue his leisurely, carefree lifestyle like before.
Even running around personally to operate trading companies and scraping together every profitable opportunity he could find, he would still need over 30 years just to pay back the money.
After finishing the mansion sale.
Nigella returned to his office one last time to make sure he hadn’t missed anything, wanting to take even every speck of dust with him, and he was going crazy wanting to cancel the sale even now.
To think he had to put up such a fine mansion so urgently!
Just when his chest was tightening with regret.
“What’s going on?!”
Nigella, who had to sell off even all the collection items he had proudly gathered over the years at auction, snapped irritably at the noise he heard.
His advisor, equally haggard-faced, entered and spoke in a cautious voice.
“C-Count. A letter has arrived from an unknown sender.”
“Do I look idle enough to read such nonsense?!”
“Well, the contents are quite disturbing…”
Nigella frowned and snatched the letter away.
For an unknown sender, the letter paper was of the highest quality.
The luxury letter paper, bordered with melted gold and even embedded with a small emerald in the center, was such an expensive item that only nobles of high rank could afford to touch it.
“…!”
Nigella’s face grew increasingly pale as he quickly read through the letter. Cold sweat even began to form.
“Who sent this?”
“We couldn’t find out. It seems they spent quite a bit of money sending it through various channels.”
“Damn it…”
Nigella, who didn’t even have money for tracking as usual, folded the letter small and put it inside his jacket.
“Keep absolutely quiet about what you saw today. Absolutely! If word gets out, I’ll cut your throat first!”
“Yes, Count…!”
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‘Hmm~’
By now, Nigella would have received and read the letter.
The letter I sent contained the true identity of ‘Belladonna Mertung.’
Well, he still loves Belladonna for now, so he won’t cast her out immediately.
But as he frantically pays back his overdue debts, he’ll become sensitive to even small troubles, and naturally a rift will form between them. Nigella clearly has that petty kind of personality.
Let’s see how he reacts when that time comes.
I sat back comfortably against the sofa.
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