That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 161
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Chapter 161
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‘Hah, really! What’s with that gigolo-like bastard?!’
‘What? Why is he holding another man’s wife’s hand?’
‘He’s completely loosening his tie? Why can’t Megran, that woman, take her eyes off that bastard’s chest? Just because some young guy seduced her a little, she falls for it right away? What a fickle and loose woman!’
‘Huh?! She’s letting him touch her sideburns freely? That, that crazy! She’s a married woman and a duchess, yet she’s acting so undignified?’
‘Anyway, there’s a reason I can’t stay comfortably at home!’
Just as Tulia had predicted, Duke Hitman was busy fuming inwardly. His anger was boiling over.
The Duke, who had tried to endure as much as possible to see who would win, finally couldn’t hold back.
He was furious and pushed away the young, beautiful woman he had been playing with beside him and shot up from his seat.
This anger was absolutely not because Duke Hitman loved his wife.
It was jealousy, envy, and an inferiority complex about the fact that a male who was clearly younger, more handsome, and even superior in physical conditions was courting his insignificant female.
Duke Hitman immediately moved to sit at the fourth largest gambling table in this gambling house.
“Ahem.”
“Welcome, Duke Hitman.”
He glanced back at the Duchess, Megran.
Just as she was about to look this way.
That damn gigolo-like bastard wiped the back of Megran’s hand with a handkerchief.
The Duchess’s attention was drawn back to him. Her cheeks even turned slightly red.
‘Damn it!’
Duke Hitman, heated with anger, shot up again and this time sat at the third largest table.
“Welcome, Duke Hitman.”
Just as Megran was about to look this way again.
That damned bastard now knelt on one knee and began straightening the wrinkled hem of her dress. Her cheeks began turning red like apples.
‘Those shameless bastards!’
Duke Hitman, so furious his face turned bright red, deliberately moved to the second largest table.
From here, even the chairs were golden. The stakes were so enormous that even high-ranking nobles or great merchants rarely sat here.
“Please come in, Duke Hitman.”
“Please come in.”
Just as the Duchess was about to look this way again.
That golden, irritating bastard suddenly began unbuttoning his shirt as if it was hot inside the gambling house.
When his collarbone and chest muscles were partially revealed, the Noble Ladies nearby involuntarily let out small gasps.
What about the Duchess who was closest to him? Her face now began burning bright like a sunset.
‘Ha, crazy people!’
Duke Hitman could no longer make rational judgments.
Even if he loosened his tie or unbuttoned his shirt, all that would show was a lump of fat. No Noble Lady would give such a genuinely heartfelt gasp for him.
Not to mention his own wife.
Finally, Duke Hitman sat in the most luxurious seat at this gambling table with his face rigidly hardened with anger.
A seat that might open once a month at most.
It was the Royal Seat with the highest stakes in this entire gambling house.
It was a place that even Duke Hitman, who enjoyed gambling, had never sat in even once. The stakes going back and forth were so enormous that one wrong move could cost half of his family’s fortune.
But in other words, it also meant he could firmly grasp the leash of that loose woman Megran.
Just as Duke Hitman was about to turn around triumphantly.
“…?!”
Suddenly that crazy bastard gently cupped the Duchess’s cheeks and slightly lowered his head. As if he was about to kiss her.
‘Is he insane?!’
Normally he would have shouted like this and grabbed that pretty-faced bastard by the collar.
After all, he was her husband.
But Duke Hitman had come here deliberately playing with various women to break his wife’s spirit.
Countless nobles had already seen that scene, so now he should run over and express his anger just because his wife was playing around with another young man?
It would be losing face beyond repair, dropping it to the floor. By tomorrow, Duke Hitman would surely become such an object of ridicule that he couldn’t leave the Duke’s Mansion.
“Hey! Set up the game!”
It was a tone that sounded like he might burst out cursing.
Naturally, the nobles nearby were reading Duke Hitman’s mind and laughing heartily at him.
“Why is it okay for him but not for his wife?”
“Exactly.”
“How pathetic. In every way.”
But these were all words that didn’t reach Duke Hitman’s ears.
“How much would you like to exchange, Duke?”
Since he was sitting in the Royal Seating, the assistant manager of the gambling house came out to personally serve him.
As his mood slightly improved, his mind quickly began calculating.
“Hmm.”
Right, just enough to make his wife’s face turn pale.
‘How much would be good?’
She was a duchess but was greedy for money and stingy. She acted as tight as a water strider without knowing dignity, so it was natural that he disliked her.
Since she was a woman who loved money the most, he’d give her a big lesson today.
“5 billion gold.”
Light murmurs broke out here and there. Duke Hitman’s shoulders naturally rose with pride.
‘It’s a bit of an excessive amount, but if I think of it as educational expenses to make that woman learn to fear her husband, it’s manageable.’
Besides, even if he lost this money, he had something to rely on.
Just as the assistant manager was hurriedly bowing and personally bringing the exchanged chips.
“Oh my, Duke Hitman. You’re spending 2 billion gold?”
Duke Hitman swore he had no idea.
That a dazzlingly beautiful Lady would sit across from him.
A face white as beeswax and thick pink hair. In her artistically upturned eyes, strangely, venom and murderous intent rippled.
However, her outstanding beauty aggressively offset the countless blades vividly emanating from her gaze.
Duke Hitman asked, thinking it couldn’t be.
“Lady Tulia Frazier.”
“This is our first private meeting.”
When she tried to bow her head while seated, Duke Hitman immediately stopped her.
“Ah. Formal greetings aren’t necessary. Please sit comfortably.”
No.
‘But why is she sitting across from me?’
Since he was sitting in the Royal Seating, the seat across from him was also a Royal Seat where one could only sit by betting big money.
As if to resolve the question filling Duke Hitman’s mind, Lady Tulia Frazier smiled.
“I heard Duke Hitman was famous at these tables, so I came to try betting once myself.”
‘Betting? Money?’
The money he had just bet was 5 billion gold.
“But Lady Frazier. Didn’t you just ask me if I was betting a mere 2 billion gold? I’m sorry, but Lady. You seem to be quite mistaken. I said I would bet not some mere 2 billion gold, but the enormous sum of 5 billion gold.”
5 billion.
He expected her to be shocked by the enormous amount, but Tulia looked even more interested instead. He could see her eyes turning wickedly different.
Duke Hitman knew that look well.
The expression of novice gamblers burning with competitive spirit!
Surely that Lady’s pride was hurt by his subtle provocation and she would definitely say she’d bet on this game too!
‘What kind of windfall is this?’
Even with 50 billion gold on the line, his stomach had been churning at the thought of losing.
But then….
If a young Lady he’d never seen at the gambling house stepped forward to challenge him?
Wasn’t that no different from telling him to devour her?
Though his mouth wanted to split into a grin, Duke Hitman first reflected on the fact that his opponent was a Lady who received Grand Duke Frazier’s favor.
If he fleeced her too openly, he could earn Grand Duke Frazier’s hatred.
Duke Hitman politely tried to dissuade her.
“This is an extremely high-stakes game with 50 billion gold on the line, so wouldn’t it be better for the Lady to get up and just watch? That would be better for a novice.”
“When you put it that way, it makes me even less inclined to get up.”
As expected. Lady Tulia Frazier had fallen for his encouragement disguised as dissuasion.
However.
“Duke Hitman.”
Tulia Frazier moved her hand covered in long black gloves to cover her lips and smiled sweetly.
Then she delivered a provocation that Duke Hitman never could have anticipated.
“You’re more….”
“…?”
“Petty than I thought?”
“…!”
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Benjamin smoothly escorted Megran Hitman Duchess to her carriage.
While Duke Hitman was busy cursing inwardly that Megran was fickle and loose, she and Benjamin were actually discussing business.
“Ah, so you’re the Prince coming from Sorsen Kingdom!”
“That’s correct. If it wouldn’t be rude, might you tell me the beautiful Lady’s name as well?”
“How mischievous of such a young man. I am Megran Hitman Duchess.”
They would all get to know each other at the Victory Banquet anyway. There was no need to hide their identities.
Moreover, Benjamin was skilled at getting into the hearts of older women.
His Social Maneuvering had also played a part in how he came to wield tremendous power in Sorsen Kingdom.
After a brief conversation, Benjamin and Megran verbally concluded a contract that would benefit both their businesses.
Duchess Megran was greatly encouraged. She no longer wore a dejected expression. She simply bore a healthy smile at the unexpectedly joyful news.
And Benjamin liked seeing older Noble Ladies wear such smiles. That was why he had extended his hand without hesitation.
When Benjamin, having finished his escort, returned to the gambling house, the atmosphere had completely changed.
It had become tremendously noisy, as if someone had stirred up a beehive.
The Nobles had already stopped their games and were chattering away while forming a huge circle around the central royal seats.
“How much did Lady Frazier and Duke Hitman each bet right now?”
“5….”
“500 million? 50 billion? Surely not 500 billion? Surely not, right?”
“5 trillion gold…!”
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