My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"Uh, you're probably thinking... this routine is boring, why don't we discuss what to have for dinner later?"

Chris stared wide-eyed, seemingly in disbelief.

Seeing her reaction, Wayne couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What mind-reading talent? Only a complete idiot like you would believe that!" He successfully pinned the idiot label back on Chris's head.

"You—" Chris rose up in anger, baring her teeth and claws as she lunged at Wayne.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't mess around in the carriage! It'll be disrespectful if people see us looking so disheveled when they come to pick us up!"

Despite Wayne's harsh but honest advice, Chris finally gave in to reason and reluctantly let him go.

"Wayne, you're getting less and less cute as you grow up."

She said with a hint of regret as she tidied her slightly messy makeup.

If only he were still that soft-spoken, cute little boy who let me mold him however I wanted.

"Your little cutie has expired. Please renew your subscription if you need further service."

Wayne didn't mind this level of verbal attack and skillfully took a comb from her bag to re-tie her messy hair.

Chris remained motionless.

After a moment, Wayne stopped. "Alright, our ladylike and elegant Miss Chris is back."

He held up the mirror for Chris to see.

The girl in the mirror had eyes that shone like stars, bright and dazzling. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she were shy and bashful.

After silently examining her own appearance for a moment, Chris asked softly, "Don't you want to know what I dreamed about you?"

"I don't want to, and I doubt it will be anything nice," Wayne said, well aware of his own limitations.

"Hmph, I'm telling you even if you don't want to hear it." Chris snatched the mirror from his hand, flipped it face down, and covered the leather seat with it.

"I dreamt that you went to a very, very far place..."

Wayne waited quietly for what would happen next, but she only got to the point and didn't say anything more for a long time.

The only sound was the slight noise of the carriage moving, and for a moment the carriage was too quiet.

She lowered her eyelids to avoid Wayne's gaze, her thick eyelashes trembling. Even without meeting her eyes, Wayne could sense her unease.

"Silly." Wayne took her hand and intertwined their fingers.

"With your incredible abilities, there's nothing in this world that Miss Chris can't do if she wants to. Even if I go to a very far place, can't you come find me?"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Hmm, then you... will miss me from afar, and wait to meet again in the next life?"

After hearing this, Chris wished she could punch him right now and send him to his next life.

Chapter 636 Fulfilling a Wish?

Although Chris was angry, she still maintained her ladylike demeanor in front of the retainers.

In his interactions with people, every smile and every strand of hair was just right.

Having been forced to learn aristocratic etiquette by Lady Ashville for so many years, Chris could not discern her true nature from her outward appearance once she started to act pretentiously.

However, Wayne was not fooled by her outward pretense.

Generally, when the Duke sends people to inspect the fiefdom, the main tasks are to check the accounts and security. Although the Elliot family has lived in the capital for a long time, which is far from the fiefdom, there are bound to be many inconveniences in management. Fortunately, Elliot has always kept a close eye on the most important personnel changes, so the development of the territory has been stable and orderly.

These complicated matters were not originally something that Wayne and his men needed to worry about, but as the next heir, Wayne still exercised the utmost patience, listening attentively to the reports from his retainers along the way.

After a short rest at the residence arranged by the local executive officer, Wayne finally found a brief moment of free time and went out alone with Little White under the guise of taking a walk.

"Tell me, what exactly are you planning?"

The most famous restaurant in the area had only one person and one dog in a huge private room.

A large table was laden with delicacies, and Wayne held a chicken leg, carefully roasted and coated in sweet sauce, in his hand, staring at the guy in front of him as he ate and asked questions.

He was supposed to be on a long trip with his girlfriend, but he secretly ran away to eat with his dog. What kind of world is this?!

As a dog, Xiaobai eats surprisingly politely.

"I get tired of staying in the capital all the time." A stack of empty plates had already piled up next to it.

Although it had a white scarf tied around its neck by Wayne, the food on the plate was lifted into its mouth by an invisible force, without getting a single drop of oil on it.

Wayne sat opposite it, speechless as it acted like a pampered aristocrat.

He still can't forget the strange look on the waiter's face when he saw him order a huge amount of food for his pet; who knows what he was thinking.

"Heh," Wayne responded with a single, perfunctory syllable.

Once he was finally full, Xiaobai jumped off the seat and strolled over to Wayne.

"Young man, I am very satisfied with the meal you treated me to today, so I have decided to grant you one wish."

"Do you think you're a god? That you can grant any wish?" Wayne didn't seem to care much about its boast.

"If you insist on thinking that way, then it's not impossible."

"Make your wish quickly while I'm in a good mood, or I'll change my mind," Xiaobai urged.

Wayne glanced at it for a while, half believing and half doubting.

"Then... I, I hope you become a beautiful girl right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, everything went black before Wayne's eyes.

……

As it turns out, the protagonist's halo is still too far removed from him.

How could there be a protagonist who travels through so many years and suddenly becomes a dog?

He heard a strange girl's voice coming from above him.

"Please settle your bill directly in VIP room number 7," the girl holding him said.

Her fingers were slender and pale, but no matter what she did, she couldn't lift her head to see her. Her limbs were weak and powerless, which terrified Wayne.

Let me go! Damn it!

"Huh? The person who just went in wasn't a gentleman..."

The waiter's voice sounded somewhat familiar; it seemed to be the same one who had given him that strange look earlier.

“Oh,” the girl said apologetically, “he had to leave. But is it really okay for your waiters to pry into our guests’ privacy like that? I’d like to know where your restaurant’s complaint mailbox is.”

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!" the waiter exclaimed in alarm. "I'll settle your bill right away, please don't complain!"

Wayne struggled helplessly for a long time to no avail, and when he tried to bark, he could only weakly let out a "woof".

"What a disobedient child," the girl said, tapping him on the head.

it hurts!

After successfully paying the bill, Wayne was carried to the street.

"Speaking of which, should I go to a pet store and ask the owner to introduce you to a puppy that you like to mate with?"

The touch of his palm stroking the fur on his back was so soft and comfortable, but those words, whether serious or not, plunged Wayne's heart into an abyss of extreme cold.

Wayne was shocked.

The scene the girl described was far beyond what he could imagine, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

You must be having a nightmare.

I've been turned into a dog and am forced to breed... I don't want this kind of life! Even if my owner is a beautiful girl, I still can't accept it!

“Tch—what a shallow fellow,” Wayne heard her say.

Everything went black again.

……

When Wayne's consciousness returned to his body, he was staring at the little white dog in front of him.

"..."

"So, what's your wish?" Xiaobai urged.

Suppressing his astonishment, Wayne took a deep breath.

Was that a hallucination? Or—

"I hope you have a pleasant day," he said sincerely, leaning slightly down to avoid being too high above its line of sight.

The puppy's dark, round eyes were fixed on him.

"Hmm. That's it?"

"It's gone."

She glanced at him as if mocking him, then held her head high and walked arrogantly out the door ahead of him.

Wayne rubbed his face, calmed himself down slightly, and then got up to leave. As he stepped out the door, he looked up at the room number above: Room 7.

The waiter at the counter who was settling the bill was the same person who had just taken the order.

"Sir, you really love your dog, taking it out for such an expensive meal alone... But it's best not to feed it overly oily or spicy food, especially cream," he kindly advised.

“Thank you. But is it really okay for your waiters to pry into our privacy like that? I’d like to know where your restaurant’s complaint mailbox is,” Wayne said absentmindedly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!" the waiter exclaimed in alarm. "I'll settle your bill right away, please don't complain!"

Exactly the same answer.

The sense of déjà vu made Wayne slightly disoriented, but he quickly came to his senses.

He picked up Xiaobai and quickly left the restaurant. Xiaobai didn't resist his actions, but simply nestled quietly in his arms.

Although not a large town, its advantageous geographical location meant that merchants traveling to and from the east, west, north, and south mostly had to pass through it. Even if only a portion of them chose to stay briefly, it still brought prosperity and popularity to the town.

The streets were bustling with pedestrians, and horse-drawn carriages frequently passed through the middle of the road.

For Wayne, this was a completely unfamiliar foreign land.

If I just hop on any carriage now, I'll disappear into the crowd without a trace.

While he was momentarily stunned, a commotion suddenly arose not far away.

Chapter 637 An Opportunity That Came to Our Door

Attracted by the noise, passersby quickly gathered in a circle.

Normally, Wayne doesn't have a penchant for crowds and gossip, but hearing a familiar name in the crowd made him think twice and decide to stay.

“Mr. Homa, you can’t go back on your word like this! When you were inspecting Perdonis, didn’t you say you were very satisfied with the quality of the timber there? We’ve already bought the land, and if you just leave like this, our losses will be enormous—”

“You were the one who decided to buy the land, not me, Bartók.” His reply was unhurried, a stark contrast to the anxious expressions on the faces of the men before him.

Surrounded by the crowd was a middle-aged gentleman wearing a top hat and leaning on a cane. He had a short beard, hawk-like eyes, deep-set eye sockets, and a profound gaze.

"I'm just a consultant. You asked me about the quality of that timber, and I did an assessment, so it's not bad. But I never said I needed the timber from there, so what good would it do you to come to me?" He smiled. "On the bright side, at least you got an extra piece of land, so it's not a loss, is it?"

The man leading the group on the other side had an extremely ugly expression.

"Alright, Bartók, you're a smart man. Instead of wasting your time on me, you should find someone willing to take over right away. If you're lucky, you might even make a small profit."

After saying this, the gentleman in the top hat glanced at the surrounding crowd.

Those being stared at by him seemed to feel an inexplicable pressure, and in unison took a slight step back, gradually making way for him in the direction his gaze lingered.

With a light laugh, he stepped over the crowd, boarded the carriage that had been waiting on the side of the road, and rode away.

Seeing that there was no good show to watch, the curious passersby dispersed with some disappointment.

"Boss, what do we do now?" One of them couldn't contain his anxiety any longer. "We can't produce conclusive evidence, so the Kingdom Exchange doesn't support our appeal. But nobody wants that timber locally. If we want to sell it elsewhere, not to mention whether anyone will take it, the extra transportation and storage costs alone will be a huge sum of money."

"That guy is a real bastard!" The man called Bartók ruffled his sparse hair. "Damn it... if it weren't for wanting to get in touch with his connections, I wouldn't have been so easily fooled by that jerk!"

Bartók slammed his fist against the stone wall beside him, seething with anger, when he suddenly heard a gentle voice.

"Excuse me, are you timber merchants?"