The Villainess is a Millionaire Solver - Chapter 58

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Chapter 58

“Only Eunice Gillian herself knows what she’ll have this impostor do.”

Ruellian said.

“But since the description, special skills, and even the date and location for carrying out the request are all laid out here…”

“She’s spoon-fed us everything.”

I nodded.

Besides, I also knew roughly what kind of methods Eunice uses. Causing accidents. Business interference. Damaging reputation. Probably something along those lines, right?

“Then I should start by stopping this first. What about you?”

“I’ll have someone tail Eunice to dig up clues about that ‘extremely important matter’ she’s preparing.”

“I’ll also investigate Eunice’s side again after I deal with the impostor. I think we’ll find something if we search her room. Especially that desk with the lid – I really need to open that…”

I asked Ruellian.

“You’re an expert at that kind of thing. Do you happen to have a master key that thieves use that you could lend me?”

Silence followed.

“If not, never mind.”

“That’s not it…”

Ruellian’s expression became strange.

“You said you weren’t interested in me. You didn’t even look closely at the key I gave you, did you? That’s exactly a master key.”

“Oh, really? I had no idea. It must be an important tool – is it okay for me to have it?”

“Don’t worry. I have another one.”

He replied with a bitter smile.

“It’s fine to use it to pick Eunice Gillian’s desk, but don’t use it carelessly for other things and keep it safe. This is the first and last time I’ve handed it over to someone else. Though it’ll only be for a very short time anyway.”

“I’m honored.”

“Don’t mention it. Just don’t forget about that before you leave.”

Ruellian gestured with his chin toward the scale.

Right, of course.

Since he had just shared some information about Eunice’s conspiracy, his plate had shot up high.

To balance it out, I also needed to provide some information. Information necessary for his safety.

I thought carefully before opening my mouth.

“The reason you fell into that trap is because there’s an invisible curse on your body.”

“A curse?”

“When you came into contact with the restraints Zikren threw, the curse seeped into your body. From now on, when you’re doing thief activities, you especially need to be careful of such cases.”

At the information I provided, the plate slowly rose.

When it seemed to roughly balance with Ruellian’s plate, it passed that point and stopped after rising slightly higher.

“That’s as far as it goes. It’s your turn next.”

“Alright.”

Ruellian nodded.

“I’ll find out as quickly as possible and contact you.”

“Right. See you again soon.”

I gathered my bag and stood up.

Nothing happened until I took the elevator and escaped outside through the chapel again.

After walking a few steps, I turned back to look. I felt strange.

Who could ever imagine? That such a world exists beneath that chapel.

‘It feels like a lie.’

Feeling an odd sense of unreality, I walked to the docks to catch a carriage when someone gestured to me from the darkness.

“We’ll escort you home.”

The people I had seen in the back alley earlier bowed their heads and spoke. With an attitude mixing politeness and fear, they were all restless.

“Please allow us to escort you.”

I glanced at them.

‘What exactly is Ruellian to these people?’

I had boasted that I wasn’t curious at all, but I kept getting curious.

“Home is fine. Just drop me off somewhere appropriate in the capital city bustling district.”

“Yes! Understood! Thank you!”

“I’m the one who’s grateful.”

After riding for a while and entering the familiar bustling district, I switched carriages and returned to the ducal mansion.

“Young Lady! Where have you been? You even sent the maids back first…”

“Ah, I got a bit late while having fun.”

I didn’t even need to act drunk. After riding in the carriage for so long, my legs were weak and I naturally swayed.

“Why all the commotion? It’s so noisy I could die. Haven’t you seen me do this once or twice before?”

While appropriately acting difficult, I glanced up at the main building.

Duke Carnel’s study was still brightly lit. Advisors seemed to be standing by the window looking down this way.

‘Just wait and see, Eunice.’

I staggered into the manor.

* * *

“Oh my, oh my.”

The Duke’s advisors looked down out the window and whispered quietly.

They could see Young Lady Aristina staggering into the manor. She was swinging her bag around and being difficult with the butlers.

“The Duke checks every single small newspaper article about the Young Lady thoroughly. Not knowing that, she’s come in drunk like that again.”

“What did you say?”

At the Duke’s voice from behind, they were startled. They thought he was sleeping in his bedroom.

“Aristina came in drunk?”

“No, no. Please don’t worry about it.”

The advisors hurriedly tried to smooth things over. They could predict how furious the Duke would be.

But…

“…”

It was strangely quiet.

Duke Carnel just stood there silently. Rather than angry, his expression was mysterious and complex.

“Sigh…”

He let out a small sigh.

‘I thought she was fine since she bought an orphanage to relieve stress and was energetically running around turning things upside down. I thought she’d appear before me tomorrow and pester me annoyingly saying “do this, do that.”‘

It must have all been an act to pretend everything was fine.

After he scolded her for misunderstanding about inflated sales, she wouldn’t even speak to him, and now she had even returned to drinking which she had quit.

‘So it did hurt her. In her own way, she was worried about her father’s health.’

Of course, she probably wasn’t genuinely worried. She was worried because if her father collapsed before deciding on an heir, her position would become ambiguous.

But…

Perhaps because 2 AM is a time when people become emotional. Even though he knew well how many times his daughter had stabbed him in the back.

‘Was I too harsh this time?’

He couldn’t escape from that thought.

Anyway, wasn’t it true that she had shown quite an effort recently? But if she goes astray again because of the wound her father gave her?

‘What should I do.’

The Duke agonized.

Then suddenly one thought occurred to him. He gestured to the chief advisor standing by the window.

“Eunice, come here for a moment.”

* * *

Two days later.

I went to work at the department store early.

To show Eunice what’s what.

I had secretly tipped off the security guards and employees about the impostor’s description. While eating the snacks provided for VIPs, a report soon came in.

“The person you mentioned has appeared.”

“Oh, really? Keep close surveillance. Make absolutely sure they don’t notice from that side.”

“Yes!”

The security guards and employees captured and reported every single move of that impostor, just as I had instructed.

“That woman just entered the fitting room inside the clothing store.”

“She came out in disguise and met some other person.”

“They seem to be working together. They’re heading toward the jewelry store.”

And then…

Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from the store.

“How dare you accuse someone of being a thief!”

The customers’ attention turned toward the source of the noise.

An elderly woman in shabby clothes was holding up both her hands. Her simple face was clearly flustered.

“I don’t know anything! Oh my goodness, what is this all about?”

An employee spoke to her with a troubled expression.

“Ma’am, this is problematic. You clearly said you wanted to look at the diamond ring earlier, so we took it out for you. Now that you’ve seen it, you need to return it.”

“When did I ever? I really never did such a thing… My children kept saying how nice it was, so I came to this place called a department store, and now what kind of trouble is this? Oh my goodness.”

“Would it be alright if we check your bag?”

Another employee approached and practically snatched the Old Lady’s bag away. Then she dumped everything onto the floor.

A worn handkerchief, potatoes wrapped in cloth, candy for asthma, a few coins, and such things spilled out. But there was no diamond ring.

“Ah, no…”

The employee who had searched the bag was flustered.

“What? Did you catch the wrong person?”

Just as the onlookers began to murmur.

“Everyone move aside!”

I appeared, pushing through the crowd. I broke through to the scene and grabbed the opponent’s arm at lightning speed, twisting it behind her back.

The arm of the employee who had just searched the bag.

“Argh!”

At the same time, my other hand slipped into her pocket. When it came back out, a diamond ring was sparkling in my hand.

“Huh?”

In front of the shocked people, I spun that employee around to reveal her. Her reddish-brown hair and slightly crooked nose.

“Everyone, this woman is not our department store employee! She’s a professional impostor who deliberately planned this operation to ruin our department store’s reputation! Working together with that Old Lady!”

That was right. From the beginning, what we had been closely monitoring was that fake employee.

She had entered the fitting room, came out disguised as an employee, met with the Old Lady, and immediately began their operation.

The plan was for the Old Lady to deliberately steal something conspicuously, then the fake employee would appear and pretend to search the bag while secretly pocketing the item.

What came next was obvious. “Huh? She didn’t steal anything but you caught an innocent person?” “You made an honest mother kneel?” “The lady is crying!” The image would plummet. A boycott would start.

Perhaps we might have been caught off guard.

But when you know their specialties and descriptions in advance and conduct close surveillance, how could they possibly fool me? It was too easy. Like solving problems while looking at the answer sheet.

‘Hehehe…’

I handed the impostors over to the Security Bureau with a feeling of satisfaction.

But that’s when it happened.

“Why is it so noisy here?”

A voice that was all too familiar echoed through the department store.

“…?”

I turned around with a bewildered expression.

“…Father?”

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