Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

But none of this mattered to Eclair; it just made things a little more interesting.

"If you're from Lusset, why are you in Doc? And why are you working here as a civil servant? Are you trying to say you're a spy too?"

“A very complicated thing happened in between.”

"Is that so? I don't really care. Let the gods decide."

The gaping maw with sharp teeth opened wide, and this time Aaron could not only hear the sound of the tongue swirling, but also the sound of saliva dripping inside. The second "reload" of bullets was loaded into the chamber and aimed at Aaron.

Could he withstand the second round of bullets? Even Aaron himself didn't know, but the fear of having a gun pointed at him was real, and the chill of death crept up from the depths of his heart.

But then, the footsteps in the corridor stopped, and the half-open door was pushed open. Aaron froze, and subconsciously turned his head. He thought this was the last scene he would ever see in his life, that he would see either a pure white angel or an evil devil. But what appeared in front of him was neither of them, but a delicate and beautiful little face filled with anger.

The moment she appeared, Aaron's mouth gaped open into an "O" shape.

The girl surveyed the room, and after a while, hurried footsteps sounded behind her. Dorn entered, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Miss Freya, you can't come in here."

The girl surprised not only those in the room, but also those outside. They stared at her in surprise. The girl, who had entered with a bare face and an invincible arrogance, completely ignored the words of Aaron's superior, Dorn.

Dorn seemed completely helpless against the girl. She had barged in, but he didn't dare to do anything to her. He could only keep emphasizing, "Miss Freya, you really can't come in here."

Freya looked up and pointed to the clock above her head, saying, "Isn't it closing time? Why can't I come in?"

"No, this is a workplace, and people can't come in here after get off work hours..." Dorn wiped his sweat.

As she spoke, Freya first gave Aaron a cold glance. Seeing Aaron's shocked expression, her eyebrows shot up. This was a sign that Freya was about to get angry, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she looked at Eclair, who was sitting at the wooden table and taking out cigarettes again.

Her slanted eyebrows immediately stood up.

After much persuasion, Dorn finally got Freya to move the chair from the hallway into the room. He gave Aaron a look that said, "You're in charge of this too," then slammed the door shut, leaving Aaron alone in the room, bewildered.

Aaron was stunned. He hadn't expected Freya to suddenly barge in at the most critical moment. His mind went blank, and he had no idea what to do.

Freya hadn't expected to stumble upon such a situation. She had been to Aaron's workplace many times, and most of the time Aaron was with old men and women and middle-aged women. She never imagined that Aaron would be with a beauty of this caliber.

Freya began to scrutinize the beautiful woman beside Aaron.

The beautiful woman had a cold and aloof demeanor. She was wearing a low-cut black dress that revealed her thighs and was sitting there smoking a cigarette. She had a curvaceous figure and a rather exotic look. When she saw Freya barging in, she also looked very surprised. On the contrary, Freya, who had barged in, seemed to be out of touch with reality.

This made Freya feel a pang of jealousy. She snorted, moved a chair to sit down next to the table, and Aaron didn't know what she was going to do, but he admired her adaptability.

Freya came here today with resentment.

Because Aaron went too far.

Their relationship has developed cracks.

Since Aaron became a civil servant and worked 360 days a year, Freya's love life has been completely fruitless.

What's even more infuriating is that Freya is always the one who goes to him, while Aaron never does. He was the one who confessed to her back in college, but their relationship has turned out like this!

However, they had already met each other's parents, and the father was quite satisfied with Aaron and had tacitly approved of the marriage. He also admired Aaron's dedication to work 360 days a year, because he was the same kind of person. He believed that young people should focus on their work, and that feelings would naturally develop after marriage, without needing to spend too much time on them.

It's understandable that my father did this; he's the kind of person who can change someone's fate with just a word. Everyone needs his help, and being busy is his defining characteristic.

But Aaron is just a civil servant now, dealing with trivial matters every day. He already has no time for her. What will happen when he gets promoted? Freya doesn't want to live the life of a widow prematurely.

Freya had reached her limit; she was here today to cause trouble for Aaron and to make things clear.

But she didn't expect to see this situation upon arrival, which turned her mood into a volcano of rage. She even sneered, waiting for Aaron to experience her volcanic fury.

Eclair was also observing Freya, and she found things getting more and more interesting.

The girl who barged in was very young and beautiful, but for some reason she looked very angry. She sat in a chair, her face turning pale and then red.

Even when she was angry, she still sat with her hands obediently folded in front of her, her posture still elegant and perfect, which was obvious after a long period of training. Looking at her, Eclair saw that she had the youthful vigor of a twenty-year-old girl, as well as the pride and elegance of a noblewoman, which was the opposite of her sexy and aloof style.

Chapter 114 Identity Revealed

Their eyes met across the distance. Eclair had already guessed Freya's identity, while Freya felt her pride was being challenged.

Seeing the two people in silence in the room, Freya broke the silence first, coldly saying, "Continue, aren't you supposed to be working?"

It's normal for her to react this way because she didn't know what had happened in the room before.

She stared at the two silent people, her eyes filled with resentment, almost as if she were saying, "Does that mean I won't ask questions now that I'm in?"

“Oh…continue…” Hearing Freya’s words, Aaron absentmindedly picked up the pen on the table, his mind still blank.

What should he do next? His mind went blank, and even someone as experienced as him felt helpless.

Eclair put down her cigarette and asked Aaron in Lucerne, "Who is she?"

Aaron looked startled. "Don't you speak Dhok? Why didn't you just ask her?"

Freya was furious at their interaction. She had been secretly observing Aaron and saw his distracted state, clearly misunderstanding his intentions. This ignited her fighting spirit. She cleared her throat and coldly said to Eclair:

"You don't need to know who I am."

Freya also spoke Lucerne, and while her words were provocative, they carried a noble Lucerne accent, sounding reserved and dignified, just like a Lucerne princess.

Aaron was dumbfounded, thinking, "What are you doing now? Does everyone who enters this room have to show off their foreign language skills?"

"There aren't many noble ladies like you in this era who are fluent in both Doccan and Lucerne and have so many talents."

Instead, Eclair struck up a conversation with Freya. She smiled gently, behaving like a caring older sister, her previous nonchalance vanished, and she showed great interest in Freya, even her smile becoming more approachable and warm.

Praised, Freya became reserved, a consequence of her upbringing, yet at the same time, she grew proud. She had received a noble education from a young age, with a private tutor who had served in the Lucerne court. Her tutor not only demanded accuracy in grammar but also strict adherence to pronunciation, striving for both precision and elegance in Freya's speech. She had even achieved an A in Lucerne.

Thinking of this, Freya felt a sense of superiority, but she quickly remembered something and said coldly to Aaron beside her, "Aren't you supposed to be working? Why aren't you working? Are you going to watch us chat?"

Aaron ignored Freya's questions. Unlike Freya, he wasn't affected by other people's petty emotions. He was focused on Eclair's strange attitude.

The more bizarre Eclair's attitude became, the more cold sweat broke out on his body. He had vaguely come to understand Eclair's intentions.

Eclair was clearly genuinely interested in Freya, her eyes filled with envy. She asked the unsuspecting Freya in a tone of both admiration and longing:

"My name is Eclair. May I ask your name, esteemed lady?"

Freya blinked and said, "I am..."

"She's here on business," Aaron interrupted them, turning to Freya and subtly hinting at her.

Aaron realized the crux of the problem: Freya had just walked through the gates of hell, and Eclair absolutely could not be allowed to know Freya's name.

Freya was somewhat bewildered by Aaron's interruption and didn't understand what he meant. However, she quickly remembered her father's admonition not to flaunt her status in public. Besides, she didn't need to introduce herself to a stranger. So she sat up straight and said aloofly:

"Yes, I'm here on business. You don't need to know who I am."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. Eclair didn't say anything. She took a drag of her cigarette, and whether out of disappointment or a sense of being let down, she asked with feigned indifference, "Why did this young lady come here?"

This was another critical question. Aaron broke out in a cold sweat. If he could, he didn't want Eclair to know about his relationship with Freya, as that would be tantamount to giving Eclair leverage over him.

Aaron then winked at Freya again, hoping she would understand what he meant, but Aaron clearly overestimated their tacit understanding.

Freya had no idea what Aaron meant. She only found his winking and gesturing strange, and frowned involuntarily. Moreover, Aaron had been acting oddly ever since she entered the room. Freya attributed this to Eclair's presence. She still hadn't figured out what Aaron and Eclair were doing there, and this feeling of being the only one confused, like an intruder, made her heart ache.

Eclair noticed their strange expressions, but she didn't point it out. She flicked the cigarette in her hand and asked casually, "Are you two a couple?"

"Freya is a sophisticated Birmingham girl..."

Before Freya could answer, Aaron spoke first: "Freya is the princess of Birmingham, while I am merely a lowly Birmingham civil servant... or, if I had to say, one of the many knights who follow Princess Freya..."

If Aaron's friend had seen this scene, they would probably have yelled at him, "You have no shame! How could you say something like that!" Aaron could feel his face burning as he spoke, and he was inwardly screaming, "How could I say something so cheesy!"

But with the crisis looming, he didn't find it hard to say such cheesy words. His brain was already overloaded, and he just hoped that these words would have some effect.

It does have an effect, but it doesn't work on Eclair.

Upon hearing Aaron's words, Freya was clearly taken aback. The sour feeling she had just felt disappeared, and instead, she felt a sense of joy. She stared at Aaron in astonishment, because it was the first time Aaron had said such sweet words to Freya.

Aaron never imagined that one day he would have to pay a debt because of his estranged relationship with Freya.

Upon hearing Aaron's words, Freya's face turned slightly red. She wondered when Aaron had become so eloquent and how his emotional intelligence had improved so much.

She vaguely realized it was because of the woman next to her. The moment this thought came to mind, Freya felt a little uncomfortable, but when she thought that it was the first time Aaron had said such sweet words, her feelings became complicated.

Eclair opened her mouth as well, seemingly not expecting Aaron's answer, looking stunned. Freya was clearly very satisfied with Eclair's expression, and the girl's sense of superiority arose from this, even forgetting most of why she had come.

Eclair paused for a moment, then slowly rested her chin on her hand, and with a dangerous smile, like someone who loves to watch a good show while investigating someone else's interesting affairs:

"Oh, I see. Miss Freya is your girlfriend, isn't she?"

Faced with this situation, Freya, like most conservative upper-class noble girls, felt a little shy. She subconsciously smoothed the hair on her forehead, raised her swan-like neck, and demurely looked out the window while carrying her handbag. Her charming face was slightly flushed, showing both demureness and undisguised girlish shyness.

Clearly, after hearing those sweet words, she was looking forward to Aaron's reply.

But Aaron, standing to the side, turned his face to the window and managed to utter a single syllable:

"Do not……"

Freya didn't hear clearly and remained reserved and shy.

Like a curious child, Eclair pressed, "What did you say?"

“No…” Aaron said in an even softer voice, looking out the window.

Freya's ears twitched, thinking she had misheard.

"You mean the lovely Freya isn't your girlfriend?" Eclair asked with a smile.

"no……"

"You say no?" Freya stood up as well, her face full of disbelief.

Aaron wanted to say no, but Freya was already in front of him, so he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"You just said no?!" Freya's face turned pale with anger.

"Yes……"

"yes?!"

"Yes……!"

"That's more like it."

"Yeah……?"

Freya: "???!"

Freya's anger finally exploded. She looked at Aaron in disbelief, then laughed as if she were furious: "I was planning to break up with you today, but I didn't expect you to reject me first."

“I think we can talk about this later…” Aaron was sweating profusely. All his attention was on Eclair, and he didn’t listen carefully to what Freya had just said.