A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 54
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[Vol. 4] Chapter 54: It Turns Out to Be Empty
Ifia had heard a hell-level joke before. It was about a person taking a shower when suddenly a fire broke out. Panicking and escaping without time to put on clothes, when they finally reached the bustling outside, they only had a small towel the size of a palm in their hands.
Unable to cover the crucial parts of their body—if they covered the top, the bottom was exposed. So, the person chose to use the towel to cover their face. As long as the face wasn’t visible, there was no embarrassment!
Back then, Ifia just casually heard it, but little did she expect that now it was her turn to make a choice. Upon discovering the tea room door open, Ifia immediately raised one hand to cover her face, attempting to imitate an ostrich burying its head in the sand to deceive herself.
However, the anticipated awkward situation of social death did not occur. Instead, there was just a light chuckle. Apart from that, there were no gasps or exclamations.
Curious, Ifia cautiously opened her fingers and peeked through, only to find that the tea room door had been closed, and Amelia stood with crossed arms in front of it.
An undeniable smile adorned Amelia’s beautiful face, her eyes curved with amusement. Her teasing words followed, “Fia, what are you doing?”
“……”
Very well. It seemed that when Amelia came in, she conveniently closed the door, not letting Cetaphil enter. Ifia didn’t have to embarrass herself in front of her new colleague.
“Just accidentally fell,” Ifia said with a sense of relief, feeling fortunate that she didn’t have to hide in shame in front of her new coworker.
At this moment, unable to continue the seduction, Ifia quickly stood up in a crooked and twisted manner.
However, in the hurried attempt to button her shirt, her trembling fingers were not cooperating, leaving Ifia in a state of breathlessness. This, in turn, intensified the rise and fall of her chest, creating a more pronounced and vigorous wave.
Her fair complexion had a faint pink hue, resembling cream tainted with strawberry juice, tempting one to want to lick and see if it tasted as sweet as imagined. Yet Ifia, who possessed such a sweet essence, remained completely unaware.
She was focused on buttoning her shirt, causing Amelia to helplessly lift the corners of her mouth, thinking of Ifia as a charming little rascal.
Compared to deliberate seduction, this natural state seemed even more alluring.
Just as the demon’s horns were about to emerge from the top of her head and desire was building up, Amelia took a step forward and then raised her hands to grab Ifia’s hands, halting her movements.
After letting go, Amelia’s slender fingers skillfully fastened the shirt buttons, concealing the ample whiteness once again. While doing this, Amelia restrained her desires. Once the buttons were secured, she adjusted the neckline to ensure comfort.
After enjoying the thoughtful service, Ifia gave a satisfied evaluation. However, considering Cetaphil waiting outside, Ifia quickly walked to the door, urging herself to avoid any rumors that might arise from spending too much time together.
After all, unspoken rules were unspoken rules, and the word unspoken means hidden. This was one of the reasons why Ifia chose to seduce in the first place.
On the surface, she relied on her strength and gained the supervisor’s recommendation!
Then, before opening the door to the tea room, Ifia turned her head to look at Amelia, with a fierce expression, and whispered, “Amelia, don’t tell anyone!”
This embarrassing matter should be known only to Amelia…
Although Amelia was not a talkative person, a warning was still necessary. In response, Amelia nodded with a smile, raising her hand to pull an imaginary zipper across her mouth, as if zipping it shut. She guaranteed that she wouldn’t speak.
Satisfied, Ifia opened the door, only to be met with Cetaphil’s worried face. Despite Cetaphil ruining the carefully planned scheme, Ifia couldn’t get angry because Cetaphil was concerned about her health. Even after assuring Cetaphil repeatedly that she was fine, Cetaphil remained unconvinced.
She thought Ifia was forcing herself and insisted on accompanying her to see a doctor. Unable to refuse, Ifia had to go along.
The palace had specially appointed doctors, similar to ancient royal physicians, with highly advanced medical skills. After a thorough examination, they found that Ifia didn’t have any serious illnesses but was experiencing some physical weakness. She needed to replenish her health.
Therefore, a bottle of sliced ginseng was prescribed for daily tea. All the symptoms matched, and Ifia, who initially disliked seeing a doctor, nodded repeatedly, obediently promising to follow the doctor’s advice. She had been feeling mentally fatigued recently, lacking the energy she had before.
It turns out she was depleted!
“Cetaphil, is this bottle of ginseng slices free?”
On the way back to the office, Ifia curiously played with the small bottle, aware that this bottle of ginseng slices must be quite valuable!
When she first arrived in this world, she couldn’t afford it even if she sold herself!
Cetaphil, accustomed to it, waved her hand and explained, “No need. Besides the salary, working in the palace comes with many invisible benefits, such as free medical treatment and various welfare benefits on holidays. Otherwise, why would everyone aspire to work in the palace!”
Seeing Ifia’s sudden realization, Cetaphil immediately opened up.
“In the past, the positions in the palace only had slightly higher salaries than those outside. But since the Barlen family got involved in politics, various benefits have skyrocketed.”
“Until now, part of the palace’s expenditures is covered by the Barlen family,”
“So, when Miss Barlen announced her candidacy for the throne, we were all very excited… If she really wins the election, the benefits for palace staff will continue to rise, with many advantages.”
“Of course, Miss Barlen’s excellent abilities are also an important reason. She is a truly formidable leader!”
From Cetaphil’s continuous praise of Miss Barlen, it was evident that she was also a fan of Amelia Barlen. Listening to this, Ifia’s lips quietly curved upwards.
As long as they praised Amelia, they were good people!
“However, the Rosward royal family has ruled for many years, so they have a considerable foundation. Even with Miss Barlen’s overwhelming advantage, it probably won’t be an easy victory.”
Due to her family background, Cetaphil was well-versed in discussing the fierce competition that lay ahead in the future. This was also a part of the inner monologue of a rational aristocrat.
Ifia timely added, “The Barlen family is not to be underestimated either!”
Although Prince Carloy had the backing of the Rosward royal family, the Barlen family, where Amelia belonged, was equally formidable, subtly positioning itself alongside the royal family. Otherwise, the Rosward royal family wouldn’t be so wary of the Barlen family, causing trouble at every turn.
Thinking about the recent regrettable transfer of the Camus territory by the royal family, Ifia disdainfully pursed her lips, showing great contempt for Prince Carloy, whom she considered incapable of handling the country.
Even with the royal family’s efforts to deceive the public, it turned out to be a windfall for the Barlen family.
“Haha, let’s wait and see!”
Cetaphil had initially thought that Ifia, being a commoner, was not sensitive to politics. Still, she was surprised to find that Ifia also supported Miss Barlen, instantly forming an alliance with Cetaphil.
If it weren’t for Ifia’s gambling inclination, Cetaphil would have insisted on introducing her to the underground gambling den where one could bet on favored candidates.
As the two chatted, they unconsciously arrived at the office door. By now, several colleagues had returned, providing Ifia with the opportunity to blend in and return to her seat.
Having not eaten much for lunch but engaging in quite a bit of physical activity, Ifia was extremely hungry. However, all she had was a bottle of ginseng slices, so she could only try to alleviate her hunger by brewing some tea.
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The seduction plan had not been completed, and instead, she found herself with a growling stomach. It was truly unfortunate.
Just as Ifia lamented her unfortunate situation, contemplating getting up to fetch hot water, she suddenly noticed that a drawer in her desk was half-open.
Curious, she opened it and immediately saw a meticulously carved ebony lunchbox with delicate patterns.
The familiar style quickly reminded Ifia that it was Amelia’s lunchbox.
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