Chapter 80

If Rose found out about her divorce plan, she had no doubt it would go straight to Count Therese’s ears. And if that happened, then everything would fall apart.

“…It’s actually my rival list. Do you know how much work it took to get? High-grade intel.”

Daisy remained calm and immediately spun a believable excuse.

“What? Rival?”

“Yeah. A list of women in high society who are after Maxim von Waldeck.”

“Why the hell are you carrying something like this around? Are you planning to assassinate them? Curse them?”

Rose stared at her like she was insane. She was a simple-minded girl, so Daisy figured she could use the same excuse she had given at the boutique.

Daisy confidently puffed out her chest.

“The party is coming up soon, and all those bitches will be there too. I need to know who I’m up against. I can’t just sit back and let someone steal my husband right from under my nose.”

Of course, getting him stolen was the actual goal, but Rose could never know that, so Daisy had to play it cool.

“And honestly, this is the kind of intel the organization should’ve given me. Is it a crime to do my job properly?”

“They didn’t give it because there was no reason to.”

“What?”

“Why waste energy worrying over something pointless? Don’t tell me you’re lacking confidence?”

“Well, compared to them, I’m a nobody. They all come from powerful families.”

“Not that. I’m talking about what actually matters to men.”

“Men’s ultimate goal is their honor. I’m a bastard and a wife full of flaws, so now—”

“Oh, shut the hell up. Look at you, acting all innocent.”

Rose snapped, the veins around her neck bulging.

“Listen up. Men are horny mutts until the day they croak. They’re in heat all year round, three hundred sixty-five days a year, no breaks.”

“…”

“You think a horny mutt like that cares about anything more than breeding?”

“That depends on the person. Not every man is some sleazy back-alley creep.”

Wasn’t she exaggerating a bit? Any normal, rational man with self-control wouldn’t behave like that.

Then again… Maxim was practically a male dog in heat.

“Then what about the King? Why do you think the King keeps his concubines around? Because the Queen lacks honor? No, it’s because of this, you idiot.”

Rose opened one palm and formed it into an open fist, using the other to push a finger through it over and over.

The universal and crude hand gesture for sex.

So vulgar. Daisy wrinkled her nose in disgust.

‘…Though, she’s not exactly wrong.’

The more Daisy listened, the harder it was to fully deny.

“Work him over with sex. That should still work at your age. You’re newlyweds, so just fuck his brains out until he can’t think straight. What the hell are you so worried about?”

“…”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t slept with him?”

God, for someone so tactless, she had annoyingly sharp instincts. Rose hit the mark so fast Daisy’s eyes darted everywhere.

“You haven’t. Look at you, eyes all innocent as hell. You definitely haven’t done it.”

It wasn’t that she couldn’t, she simply wouldn’t, but if Rose caught even a whiff of that, she’d never hear the end of it. So Daisy decided to lie through her teeth.

“N-no! We have! We had sex all night and I barely got any sleep!”

“Yeah, you’re funny. You think you can fool these eyes? Try again.”

“…We did.”

“Whatever. You probably just went to sleep. If you really did fuck him, then tell me. Did you see his thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Liar. Then what did it look like?”

Did she seriously think Daisy had never seen a man’s thing before? At least it was a question
she could answer. Gritting her teeth, Daisy snapped back.

“First off, it’s about the size of a kid’s forearm. Smooth, pink—”

“Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. Wow. You definitely haven’t seen a man’s dick in your life.”

…But she had.

It wasn’t like she could just whip it out and prove it. And Rose clearly had zero intention of believing her anyway.

“I mean, I figured you hadn’t slept with him, but I didn’t think you were still this innocent!”

“Shhh! Will you shut up already?”

Damn that bastard Count Therese. He must’ve filled this loose-lipped girl’s head with all sorts of crap.

Daisy clenched her teeth, growling in frustration.

“This is exactly why the boss should’ve sent me, and not some simpleton like you. I told him over and over that you’re just a scentless flower. But nooo, he ignored me. And look where we are now. Disaster.”

“We get along great.”

“Sure you do. I heard the gunshot and sent Mary Gold running, and guess what she said? That he was teaching you how to shoot. But what about the gun he’s got holstered in his pants? He didn’t pull that one out?”

He actually did. He pulled it out and proudly bragged about it.

But explaining all that would only make Rose screech, “Then why didn’t you let him put it in?” so Daisy just let out a long sigh.

“You want me to help?”

Why was she suddenly acting so friendly?

A terrible feeling crept over Daisy.