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Upon scanning the room, a flicker of irritation was obvious on Azeki’s face. *Empty seats…*among the row of many other noble women who were present.
*‘Why were a few missing…? Did these noble families want to be executed?’*
He thought to himself — his lip tightening into a thin line at the audacity.
Some of the noble woman were nervous and fidgety in their seats, while the others were just trying really hard to look desperately in love with him. Though…quite obvious it was *fake* to him — knowing that they were truly only feigning interest as to not have their heads be sent flying.
His eyes narrowed in disdain as he eyed one of the empty seats. *‘you’* — is what this name card read. And she was from none other than the Miuri family…Azeki didn’t even know the Duke **had** a daughter.
But this **insolence** will not be over-looked, even if it’s the Duke. With a disbelieving sigh, he glanced over at the women who were present. All of them immediately stiffening under his gaze. He’ll *deal* with the missing ones later…wasting anymore time would just give him a headache.
He didn’t even want a wife in the first place, *so did it really matter?* All he needed was a heir. Without another second wasting — Azeki pointed at the random woman in the first seat. Her name, ‘Shin Lee’.
“Let’s start with you, are you any good at anything?” Azeki curtly asked with his arms folded — ready to just get this over with.
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