Yes, Lady Funina!

Of course, there are only a few. Ordinary people who meet Clorinde probably still wouldn't dare to approach this cool and capable woman and strike up a conversation. Clorinde herself has no intention of changing this situation.

"Lady Funina, Secretary Richard requests an audience." As Funina's chief private secretary, anyone wishing to see Funina must wait for Clarin's request and Funina's approval before entering her office.

This is a necessary procedure, even for Richard.

Of course, under normal circumstances, this process is obviously just a process, and it can be omitted when necessary.

Upon hearing that Richard had arrived, Funina's expression became even more flustered, and without thinking, she said, "I won't see him!"

"Not going anywhere?" Clorind wondered if she had misheard. When did Frynn become so decisive?

“No… I mean, wait, it’s not convenient right now.” Furna realized that her reaction might have caused Clorind to misunderstand, and she explained somewhat flusteredly.

“I understand. Then I’ll go and decline Secretary Richard’s offer and tell him that you’re not available at the moment,” Claude asked.

“Yes, that’s right, go ahead.” Funina nodded.

However, just as Clorinde turned around, she bumped into Richard, who had already reached the door of Funina's office.

As her thoughts raced, Claurind seemed startled by Richard's elusive movements, taking two or three steps back, just in time to retreat into Funina's office and make way for Richard.

Due to the excessive movement, the two round mounds on her chest trembled slightly, and the third button from the collar bore pressure that it shouldn't have had to endure.

"Secretary Richard, what brings you here?" Claude's voice was loud, as if she were deliberately speaking to someone.

Richard frowned slightly and looked at Cloninder, saying, "Cloninder, I know you're very energetic today, but Lady Furina and I aren't deaf, there's no need to shout like that."

Clarin pursed her red lips, remaining silent and awaiting instructions from Funina.

But Funina dared not show her face now; she wished she could hide under a table to avoid Richard's gaze.

"Clorind, what's wrong with her?" Richard asked, puzzled, looking at Frynn, who was pretending to be engrossed in her official duties.

She has official business to attend to, and the documents she needs to process today are still in her briefcase; she hasn't had a chance to hand them over yet.

Claude was speechless at her boss's self-deceptive behavior, but out of loyalty to Funina, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Secretary Richard, Lady Funina has not yet granted you permission to enter her office."

Richard frowned even more deeply after hearing this. He looked at the secretary he had 'tricked' into coming here and said, "Clorinde, are you not feeling well today?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine. But Lady Funina, she..." Clarinde looked at Funina, who was hiding behind her desk not far away, with a pleading gaze.

Damn it, both of them were her bosses whom she couldn't afford to offend. Clarinde felt like the piece of meat in the middle of a sandwich.

"Furina? You mean Furina isn't feeling well?" Richard also looked behind the desk, making a move to go over and check on her.

However, before he could take a step forward, Claurind flashed in front of him and blocked Richard's path.

"I'm sorry, Secretary Richard, please stop here."

These words immediately created a somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the office.

Richard narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Claudia, who was blocking his way. He wondered if this girl was challenging his authority as the Grand Supervisor of the City Hall. This was not a good sign...

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak of tension, Funina finally spoke.

The Water God took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I'm fine now. Clarin, you can go out now."

Claurind: ?

Wait, this isn't right, is it? I helped you stop Richard, and now I'm the one who wants to leave.

Well, this is for the best, so she won't be caught in the middle between Richard and Funina and suffer from both sides.

With Clorind's departure, the atmosphere in the office improved somewhat, but it was far from harmonious.

Richard was puzzled. Everything was fine yesterday, so how did it suddenly become like this?

Does this mean he's been caught?

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That shouldn't be the case. Didn't he balance the accounts almost completely after that newspaper incident?

What is going wrong?

With these doubts in mind, Richard chose to remain still and listen to what Funina had to say first.

Meanwhile, Funina, preoccupied with the ring incident, was unsure how to face Richard and was waiting for him to speak first.

The situation suddenly became tense again.

Finally, Richard, who had been waiting impatiently, spoke first: "Lady Funina, these are the documents you need to review today."

"Oh, okay." Seeing Richard speak, Funina breathed a sigh of relief; the stalemate just now had been quite unpleasant for her.

I'm worried he'll figure something out, yet I'm also worried he won't.

She wanted to ask about the ring but didn't dare to, feeling extremely conflicted.

Richard noticed that Funina used her right hand to receive documents, and even when flipping through documents, she only used her right hand. It looked awkward and made people wonder—what was wrong with her left hand?

"Lady Funina, is your left hand injured?"

Why not use both hands to flip through the documents?

"Ah, no, no, I just..." Funina lost her composure, raised her left hand to indicate that she was alright, then seemed to realize something and hurriedly put her left hand behind her back.

Then, realizing that this reaction was too strong, he pulled his left hand out from behind his back, and ended up covering his left hand with his right hand while constantly rubbing the ring on his left ring finger with his right hand fingers.

Upon seeing this, Richard couldn't help but ask, "Is the ring the wrong size, Lady Funina?"

"No...it's not very suitable, it's just..." Funina didn't know what to say, and in the end, even her ears turned bright red, but she still couldn't get a straight answer.

“But…” Richard felt relieved when he saw Funina’s flushed face and her panting.

It seems it wasn't me who got into trouble...

That's okay.

“I just think we should focus on our work, Secretary Richard. Is there anything else?” Funina spoke faster and faster, until finally her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Richard.

The meaning is clear: you should go now, there's nothing else.

This was the first time Richard had ever been looked at like this by Funina. He felt both curious and even more curious about what was wrong with Funina.

What made her so...bold that she even dared to ask him to leave?

“It’s alright. In that case, I won’t disturb Lady Funina’s work any longer.” Richard turned around decisively, intending to ask Clarinde about the situation after he went out.

After Richard left, Funina breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the thick stack of documents on the table, then looked down at the beautiful ring on her left ring finger.

The Water God couldn't help but feel worried. After thinking for a while, he opened the office drawer, took out a white glove, and prepared to put it on.

But after putting it on, he couldn't see the ring, and he felt like something was missing, so he took the white gloves off again.

After repeating this process several times, Funina slumped into her office chair like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, staring blankly at the ceiling above her head, lost in thought.

After a while, Funina came to her senses, bit her rosy lips, and chose to put on her white gloves and begin to handle official business.

He would occasionally stop and rub the ring on his left ring finger with his right hand...

On the other side, after leaving Funina's office, Richard went straight to Clarinde, who was slacking off in the break room.

As Clarinde, halfway through her tea, held up her cup, she happened to see Richard enter. Remembering the heated exchange in Funina's office, she nervously licked her dry lips and asked in a slightly ingratiating tone:

"Want a drink?"

P.S.: I'm challenging myself to write 12 words a day and see my limits. My goal is to update another 6 words before 6 PM on December 1st. If I can't do that...

Volume 1: Chapter 67 Clarind's Resignation Tips (4K)

In the tea room, Richard and Claude sat facing each other.

Clarinde was clearly uncomfortable under Richard's gaze. Her plump legs, clad in black stockings, were tightly pressed together and rubbed together slightly, the flesh of her full thighs deforming slightly from the pressure.

"Just now……"

"What happened to Funina?"

The two spoke at almost the same time, but the meanings they wanted to express were quite different.

Claude wanted to explain to Richard that she was just doing her duty and did not intend to make things difficult for him.

Richard, however, was unconcerned about what had just happened. He knew of Clarinde's predicament, but he was more concerned about what was wrong with Funina and why she was behaving so strangely.

After all, Funina's condition is related to the normal operation of the city hall, and even more so to him as the executive secretary-general.

If Funina suddenly decides to work hard, he'll be the one with a headache.

Upon hearing Richard's words, Claude immediately shook her head obediently, indicating that she also did not know what was wrong with Funina today.

"Speaking of which, when I went to work this morning, I saw Furna greeting Navelette and Sedna. I don't know what they talked about, but Lady Furna suddenly blushed and ran to her office with her head covered... and then you arrived." Clarind honestly told everything she knew.

As long as it doesn't involve confidentiality regulations, Claudia would be completely open and honest with Richard. As a seasoned professional, she understands all too well the power of rank.

Although Claudia is Frynn's chief private secretary, Richard can directly influence Claudia's performance evaluation, something Frynn cannot do.

Simply put, Furnessa is Clorinde's nominal boss, but Richard is Clorinde's boss in the true sense.

Most importantly, she couldn't afford to offend either of these two bosses, making her job as a personal secretary incredibly difficult.

Clarin wondered why she had impulsively agreed to Richard's offer to take on this job.

Sigh, I was too young back then.

"Did Furnessa mention anything about the ring to you?" Richard continued to ask.

"A ring? She showed it to me as soon as she got back. It is indeed a nice ring. I heard that you gave it to her?" Clorind replied after thinking for a moment.

“Yes.” Richard nodded, but did not explain why he gave Furnessa the ring.

It can't be that he thought Funina was too weak and had no ability to defend herself, so he specifically asked Abedo to help him make a ring-shaped self-defense weapon.

The fewer people who know about Frynn's strength, the better. As things stand, although we don't know what Fukaros, who is hiding in the shadows, is planning, it is obviously not a wise choice to expose Frynn, who is in the open, and draw out Fukaros behind the scenes.

After all, to some extent, Richard and Funina are on the same side, both dedicated to resolving the Fontaine's doomsday crisis.

According to the prophet's instructions, he can only become the true complete form after the crisis of Fontaine's destruction is resolved.

What he lacks is not some kind of authority, but other components that make up his current body.

"Do you think that Furina didn't want to see you just now because of the ring?" Clorinde's mind conjured up the image of Furina showing off the ring on her hand as soon as she returned.

"But I think she really likes the ring you gave her. You didn't give her a fake and get caught, did you?"

Clarind thought it was possible, after all, she looked at the blue gemstone on the ring on Frynn's hand, which was too pure and flawless. Sometimes, being too perfect can feel fake.

“I had it custom-made.” A few black lines appeared on Richard’s forehead.

Clarin shrugged and said, "I don't know. Why don't you ask Vilette? Sedna will do too."

“Very good, I’ll leave it to you, Clarin.” Lee realized that Clarin’s suggestions were very constructive, so he entrusted this glorious task to her.

Clarinde was speechless. Her already cold face looked even more unapproachable because of her helpless gaze.

Richard ignored this, mainly because those familiar with Clarinde know that this slightly chubby mature woman is actually quite easy to talk to.

After spending more time with her, you'll realize that she just seems aloof; in reality, she's as innocent as a little white rabbit.

Richard smiled as he watched the 'little white rabbit' leave the break room, then downed his tea in one gulp and returned to his office.

Inside the office, Lynette was also making tea. When she heard Richard enter, she asked without looking up, "Would you like a cup of black tea?"

"No, I just had a drink." Richard waved his hand.

Lynette paused as she was about to pour tea. Although she didn't say anything, her fluffy cat ears twitched and her tail flicked a couple of times in displeasure.

Seeing this, Richard had no choice but to hold up one finger and say, "Then how about another one?"

Lynette didn't answer, but simply placed the steaming cup of black tea in front of Richard, her bright eyes fixed on him.

"Let the tea cool down."

"stare--"

"Alright, alright," Richard pleaded, gently turning the teacup by the handle towards himself, then blowing on it before taking a small sip.

“Give me your opinion,” Lynette said.

"Delicious."