My older sister is a villainous rich girl

This is also royal property, and it comes with a very beautiful garden.

However, since the king didn't like this place, it had been unused for a long time and had been left idle.

Upon hearing the news, Wayne realized that if Simon really intended to make a move, this might be his best opportunity.

Unlike the usual strict checks and permits required to enter the palace, a banquet of this scale held outside the palace would inevitably involve a complex flow of people.

For example, when I held a masquerade ball just for the members of the Lily Society last time, I had to bring most of my servants from home and outsource some of the work.

Judging from the number of people the king has invited so far, the scale of the ball will probably be ten or even a hundred times larger than his previous small-scale ball.

At that time, it would be no problem at all to secretly plant a few assassins while things were in disarray.

Moreover, the city guards responsible for the security of the capital have now become toys in Lord Simon's hands.

Who is his target?

Duke Elliott? Prince Richard? ...Or, His Majesty the King?

With this question in mind, Wayne changed into an extremely gorgeous banquet dress.

—Wealth and power lose their luster if they cannot be flaunted.

Such occasions, with a large number of dignitaries gathering, provide an excellent opportunity for each family to openly and legitimately demonstrate their strength.

At the entrance of the Duke's mansion, the Wincher family's convoy was ready to depart.

Chris, who had also changed into an elegant evening gown, now appeared quite dignified. She stood there with an air of detachment, much like Mrs. Ashville.

Wayne stepped forward.

“Miss Chris, are you ready?” he asked.

Chris didn't answer, but instead raised her chin haughtily and extended a hand towards him.

Wayne graciously extended his arm so she could help him into the carriage.

A short while later, the Duke and Duchess of Elliott also boarded another luxurious carriage, and the convoy slowly drove out of the gate.

Listening to the faint sound of wheels rolling over the cobblestones, Wayne instructed, "Chris, stay by my side tonight, and remember not to wander off."

Lacking the ability to protect herself, she is naturally more vulnerable than others when facing danger.

“I’m not a child.” Chris rolled her eyes at him.

Wayne smiled. "Anyway, just don't leave my side."

After her reminder, Ge Li must have already made some preparations... Even if she couldn't completely convince her father, with her intelligence and methods, avoiding danger in advance shouldn't be a problem.

As for what Lord Simon really wants to do, we'll have to wait and see what happens next.

Following behind Duke Elliott and the Duchess, Wayne and Chris smiled shyly as they dealt with the friends and relatives who appeared from time to time.

In such occasions, only public statements are made, and even if there are disagreements in private, there will be no direct conflict—otherwise, it would be disrespectful to the host, His Majesty the King, so the atmosphere seems quite harmonious.

After giving the adults a perfunctory answer, Wayne and Chris promptly slipped away.

Each generation has its own social circles, and Elliott and his companions could only smile helplessly and let them be.

Bypassing those they didn't want to deal with, Wayne and Chris decisively found a secluded corner to hide in.

By this time, both of them had several plates full of food in their hands, and they began to eat heartily as soon as they sat down.

The two men's nonchalant attitude made it impossible to imagine that these two, who seemed like starving ghosts reincarnated and had no regard for aristocratic etiquette, were actually from the highest nobility in the kingdom.

"Waaaah, this is so good!" Chris shared the food she had with Wayne.

"This tastes really unique! Maybe we can have our chef learn to make it sometime!" Wayne also saved a portion of the food he thought tasted good for Chris.

Actually, their eating habits weren't particularly rude. The handsome man and beautiful woman had received good manners since childhood, and their demeanor was pleasing to the eye.

Aside from eating very, very quickly, there's nothing particularly special about it.

It's just that this is such an unpleasant occasion; it's really an eyesore.

I had originally just found a quiet place so that I could enjoy my meal, but before long, I still heard some unpleasant noises.

"Where did these two come from? Have they never had a proper meal at home?" a sarcastic voice rang out from the side.

Wayne stopped eating, his expression darkening, and turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

However, to his surprise, the person the sarcastic female voice was referring to was not himself or Chris.

Perhaps because the two were in a darker, inner area, some people's attention was naturally drawn to the guests at another table with better lighting.

Both were a man and a woman, and a large pile of empty dishes was stacked on the table.

The only difference was that the two people were only of average appearance. Their formal wear also clearly wasn't made of high-quality material.

Chris noticed it too, paused slightly, then turned her head and looked at Wayne.

……

Tonight, the mansion is hosting an unprecedented number of guests for its banquet, making security an unprecedentedly challenging task.

Bulwer had made arrangements for the Red Rose Squad well in advance, redistributing their tasks in detail so that he could better control the situation.

This squad has only ever obeyed his orders since its inception, and Simon is not yet able to interfere in their affairs.

Of course, this operation was carried out in the name of better protecting His Majesty the King.

He had already obtained the king's permission for this, so Bulwer was now very confident.

—Ha, no matter what you plan to do, your only chance is the moment you make your first move.

Once you take action, the subsequent events will be beyond your control.

Chapter 484 The O'Neill Siblings

According to His Majesty the King's original order to punish him by confinement, Bulwer should not have been present in this setting.

However, thanks to Lady Cherry's perfect assistance and her heartfelt request for the king to allow her to come and protect him, the king finally agreed to make an exception this time.

Bulwer scanned the room full of distinguished guests, vigilantly searching for any suspicious figures.

The banquet had not yet begun, and neither the king nor the queen had arrived. The nobles were simply chatting in small groups, showing no sign that a crisis was brewing.

Around the mansion, Bulwer also saw guards responsible for maintaining security.

Although the city guards are the main force tonight, they are not the only department involved. In addition to the city guards, the palace guards have also been deployed in advance.

While feeling much more at ease, Bulwer couldn't help but have more doubts in his mind.

Given the opportunity to get close to the target, it would be easy to suddenly launch an attack. But... didn't Simon ever think about how to clean up the mess if the plan failed or if his scheme was exposed?

Isn't he worried that someone might obtain evidence that would prevent him from ever leaving the Kingdom of Lornes again?

Bulwer frowned as he pondered these questions. He glanced at the crowd and spotted Simon on the other side of the hall, holding a glass of wine.

His senses were very sharp; although Bulwer's gaze did not linger on him for long, he quickly caught it.

Simon looked up and saw Bulwer at one end of the banquet hall. He paused for a moment, then chuckled and raised his glass to him.

While Bulwer was pondering how to respond, the man simply turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Bulwer stood there, pondered for a moment, and then left the banquet hall in another direction.

……

In a corner.

Wayne and Chris watched the entire conflict that occurred at another table of guests, as if they were watching a play.

In reality, although drinks and food are provided everywhere, and tables and chairs are set up for people to sit for a while, these things are mostly just decorations to enhance the atmosphere.

The so-called "main course" is ultimately just social interaction in the arena of fame and fortune.

In such settings, almost everyone who attends has some kind of agenda, which is why they actively and enthusiastically mingle among their friends. People like Wayne and Chris, who completely disregard the opinions of others and do things their own way, are extremely rare.

Upon suddenly seeing others who had chosen the same path as him, Wayne was naturally drawn to them.

However, rather than saying they "had a conflict," it's more accurate to say they were subjected to one-sided insults.

The woman who had spoken so harshly became increasingly rude.

But when she finally realized that no matter how much she cursed at them, they wouldn't talk back, whether they simply couldn't understand the sarcasm or weren't ashamed of their rude behavior at all, she suddenly felt that it was beneath her to bother these people.

The gazes that converged from all directions seemed to be merely watching a performance with great interest, and one had unknowingly become a part of the performance.

Realizing this, her dislike for the two people instantly reached its peak.

But she couldn't find a way to vent her anger; she couldn't very well let a lady beat someone up at the banquet...

So she could only glare fiercely at the two spoilsport bumpkins and storm off.

After watching the mean-spirited woman leave, Wayne asked in a low voice, "Shall we go and take a look?"

"Hmm." Chris looked thoughtful.

"I don't mind, you can come with me if you want."

To be honest, Wayne was actually quite interested.

He put down the food he was holding, picked up a glass of juice, and sat down with Chris.

"What are your names, gentlemen?"

For some reason, both the man and the woman seemed rather wooden.

After a long while, one of the boys finally answered slowly, "I am Roy—Roy O'Neill."

After saying that, he turned his head somewhat slowly to look at the girl sitting next to him.

"This is my sister, Vivian."

O'Neal?

...Could their father be the Marquis O'Neill, the one rumored to have fathered two idiots?

Marquis O'Neill, who also belongs to the military nobility, has been an almost invisible figure in the capital's aristocratic circles for many years, despite his high rank.

The reason, in the final analysis, is not because he was suppressed by anyone or because he was indifferent to fame and fortune, but simply because both of his children had intellectual disabilities from a young age.

This was a very heavy blow to their family.

The Marquis of O'Neill was so devastated by this that he hasn't attended any public banquets for a very long time, simply because he's afraid of people asking about his child's current situation or seeing other people's children growing up healthy.

Thinking about all this, Wayne felt a bit conflicted.

So... I thought they were "experts" who, like me, didn't follow the usual path, but they turned out to be two complete idiots.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but relax a little.

In any case, it's always easier to talk to a fool than to talk to a smart person.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you!" He smiled warmly. "I'm Wayne Winch, and this is my girlfriend, Chris. By the way, why aren't you two with your families?"

These two children, who have never participated in normal social interactions, probably wouldn't even realize they're being bullied, and their parents wouldn't even bother to check on them.

Fortunately, apart from appearing slightly dazed, he was still able to answer questions normally.

“My family… Dad wants us to stay here, not… not go anywhere else,” he stammered.

His sister, meanwhile, simply sat to the side, continuing to eat, seemingly oblivious to what was happening around her. Wayne couldn't help but worry about her; wouldn't this constant overeating put a tremendous strain on her body?

Seeing that Wayne didn't ask any more questions, Roy picked up the food he had just finished eating and took big bites, as if he had been starving for a long time.

"You...haven't eaten these at home?" Wayne asked tentatively in a low voice.

Roy shook his head violently.

"It's delicious, I've never had it before," he mumbled.

Seeing his expression as if he was afraid he would never be able to eat it again, Chris couldn't help but frown.

"Is your father the Marquis O'Neill?" she asked uncertainly.

Wayne could understand her surprise.

No matter what, a marquis's child, even if he is mentally challenged, should not be treated like this... Besides, most of the food is not actually very precious, it's just that the variety is more abundant than what we eat at our daily meals.

Why do these two kids look like they've come to escape disaster?

Chapter 485 The Family's Destiny