[AFYC] Chapter 48

“Pardon?” 

“Oh, don’t you know? When someone buys you clothes, it’s common to show them off by spinning around.” 

“Oh….” 

No wonder people try to con the inexperienced, he thought, amused. The confusion slowly spread across her composed face, and after glancing left and right, she hesitantly began to turn. She looked at him again, but Oscar simply raised his eyebrows, indicating she should continue. 

She must have known she couldn’t refuse. After all, how many people on the Norfolk continent could ignore Oscar von Reinhardt’s will? What could a naive foreigner do if even kings were mindful of his wishes? 

Finally, she began to turn. As she moved away from him, a unique scent lingered—neither perfume nor flowers nor even soap. It was a scent he couldn’t quite place, but the word “verdant” seemed to suit it. 

The scent faded with the cigarette smoke he exhaled, and contrary to his expectations, the woman moved differently than he had anticipated. When he had asked her to twirl, he expected her to awkwardly spin in place. Instead, she walked in a wide arc as if she didn’t quite understand what he meant by “twirl.” 

She was clearly unfamiliar with such a request, and it was certain that no one had ever jokingly asked her to do anything similar before. 

She walked a few steps before turning slightly, revealing her profile. Watching her, Oscar couldn’t help but chuckle around his cigarette. Her expression was filled with a resigned “what am I doing?” look, making the situation even more amusing. 

Hearing his soft laughter, the woman abruptly stopped midway through her circle. Oscar, still laughing quietly, glanced up at her. Their eyes met briefly before she quickly averted her gaze. 

Unable to hold back his laughter, Oscar continued to chuckle while she stared at the wall in front of her and murmured. 

“You asked me to twirl for you….” 

Understanding that it was her way of protesting, Oscar’s laughter grew louder. The louder he laughed, the more her face turned a deep shade of red. 

“I meant for you to spin in place, not walk in a circle.” 

His teasing remark made the foreigner blink in confusion. He could almost see the gears turning in her mind as she processed his meaning. 

She remained where she was, biting her lip, and after a moment of consideration, Oscar brushed a hand through his hair and pushed himself off the doorframe. He decided he had teased her enough for now. 

“That’s enough. You should get some rest. We’ll be leaving for Luxen early tomorrow morning.” 

Blinking rapidly, she seemed relieved by his words and gave him a quick bow before turning to leave. As she walked away, her neatly braided hair and the exotic red ribbon tied at the end swayed. 

The bright red ribbon tied to the end of her braid caught Oscar’s attention. He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching it until she disappeared beyond the door. 

Once she was out of sight, Oscar quietly closed his door and turned to face Abel. 

“Is she my next target?” Abel asked. 

“If you succeed, you can drop the philanderer title. Didn’t you say you were tired of it?” 

Oscar’s languid offer made Abel shrug. 

“Feels like I’m ageing rapidly every day.” 

Despite his words, Abel Sting had never failed to secure a target, making him one of the most capable operatives Oscar had at his disposal. 

“I heard a bit about her from the boss. So, I just need to make her want to marry me?” 

“That’s right.” 

“And it’s fine if she gets emotionally attached first?” 

“As long as there are no contingencies.” 

Oscar lit another cigarette as he casually returned to the desk and leaned against it again. He reached into the drawer and retrieved a small box. Inside was the vault key, which Oscar confirmed was still there. As he thought about the naive foreigner, he clicked his tongue lightly. 

“She doesn’t seem to realise the key has been switched.” 

The key had been duplicated before the foreigner woke up, and what she held now was a counterfeit. Simon, who had been silent, spoke up. 

“They said they couldn’t replicate the internal pins, but that’s not something she could detect with the naked eye.” 

Oscar stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and addressed Abel. 

“As you’ve heard, the best solution is for you to marry her and inherit the key’s ownership.” 

It was the cleanest approach and was a backup plan if something went wrong. 

“So, what do you think? Can you handle it?” 

Abel Sting, known for his unmatched skill in espionage through seduction, flashed a confident smile. 

“Give me a month.” 

Recalling the mild, innocent image of the woman he had glimpsed earlier, Abel replied with unwavering assurance. 

“Just one month.” 

//Seo Ah is so unknowingly funny hahaha.