Second Life's Revenge

Chapter 112: Being Watched

"Lady Tine, it has been a while. What can I do for you?" The man asked as he lowered his head. Tine was casually sitting on the chair as she was fanning herself using a feathered fan. The man walked towards her direction and kissed her back of her hand.

Tine looked at the man and was quite satisfied by the way he looked. The timid young man she met before looked sly not to mention he was wearing clothes that commoners would wear. He stood in front of her waiting for her orders.

"Louis, you were able to meet the Crowned Prince didn't you?" Asked Tine as her green eyes slowly met his eyes. 

The way she met his eyes made him shudder. When was the last time she showed him this kind of face? And to think she was a black magic user how can things not go wrong? A smirk formed on his lips then he answered, "I did and there weren't any problems. Just like you said I earned a bit of gold from him."

Hiding that she uses black magic was no longer needed for her. If the Crowned Prince knows then he knew. If they try killing her without a reason the people might not like it. There will always be a cause of punishing someone by death.

"Good job. Now go back to the restaurant and govern that place. I don't want to help in a noisy place," Tine commanded.

Louis bowed his head and before leaving out of the room he wore a brown cap, hiding his appliances from the others, especially Laura. Though he wanted to see her because he thinks Laura is attractive and has quite an interest in her. He imagined different sorts of scenery like the kind of face she makes if they were to reunite. 

There wasn't a day where he would stop thinking about her. It's funny how he thinks Laura has a thing for him. But the only way he could meet her if she is able to accomplish the things Tine tells him to do. He is basically her puppet.

Imagine what would happen if Laura finds out there is an obsessive man waiting for her. She would puke just hearing this story.

"Miss Laura, here is the seal you asked for." Hearing her name being called he stopped walking and looked out the window. He looked down and sees Laura and a maid he didn't recognize. He watched Laura laugh when the maid tripped but did not fall.

He felt his heart beating crazily and he gulped as he felt nervous, seeing her. That's right the smile was what he was after. This smile will be mine soon is what Louis had thought.

Laura shivered when she felt someone looking at her. Not only that she became uncomfortable as she looked up the windows but did not see anyone. For a moment there she felt a pair of eyes staring right at her, and that made her shudder in disgust.

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"What's wrong miss?" Fiona worriedly asked as she looked up the window where Louis was watching from the above. "There isn't anyone there who are you looking at?" Laura shook her head and stamped the melted wax. She then handed the letter to Fiona who left her side immediately.

That wasn't a servant looking at her it was someone else. She stood up and walked away from where she isn't visible to anyone. Laura thought she was used to people looking at her but somehow the gaze given to her wasn't normal. She cleared her head and told herself that she was just exaggerating things.

Laura made her way to her room and sat down on the couch, waiting for Lester's arrival. During this busy time, he took a leave out of nowhere because Laura accidentally overworked him. He isn't as young anymore. Plus it was about time for him to find a lover.

Just thinking about how time flows quickly, it made her frown. Once this is over, she promised herself that she would visit their grave. Even if they met for a while, for it was as if they were friends for years. It would be nice if they were alive.

Zeke would make a good personal guard while J is an intellectual who is fitted to become a scholar or someone with a decent job in town. 

'Don't let those thoughts enter you, Laura!

She cheered herself up then moved to her new best friend the desk. Her messy desk that has not been organized since Lester went for his small vacation. She pilled the paper together and organized her table. Few minutes Laura took a step back, looking at her organized desk. Somehow she felt proud of being organized in a while.

"Miss Laura, I've arrived. May I enter?" Asked Lester behind the door. 

"Come in."

The door opened seeing a refreshed and shining Lester. It looks like his vacation went well. Not to mention his face won't stop shining. How lucky is he to have a vacation Laura thought as she kept her smile on.

"Thank you for giving me a vacation," thanked Lester as he bowed his head.

"No, it's my fault for not looking after you. I remember that last time I saw youlet's not talk about that," Laura let an awkward laugh out. She was reminded of someone else's personal aide. It's a good thing she isn't as mean as he is. During Lester's absences, she asked if Blaine was still alive.

"I saw a familiar man leaving the estate earlier," Lester said, catching her attention. Perhaps this man is

"Can you recall his name?" Laura asked as she pressed her arms on the desk.

"I'm sorry but I do not remember his name." A sigh escaped from his lips. His brain isn't working as well since he just came back from vacation. But that man looked very familiar. He then spoke, "If he ever comes back I will inform you." Laura nodded her head.

"May I ask what is your progress?" Lester asked as he pushed his slipping glasses up.

"Do we need to talk about that?" Laura asked as she hid her face away from him. In his lowest tone he answered, "No, I see this is why I should not slack off. But I assume you did some."

"I-I did. I'm not lying."

"I seenow let's get to work," Lester smiled as Laura felt her freedom was being crushed by Lester's harsh orders.

The whole afternoon reports after reports after reports swarmed her table. It was useless of her to try organizing her table if it would end up being a mess. She looked at the clock and stretched her arms up the air. It's break time the only time of rest she gets to do whatever she wants that isn't work-related.

Lester compiled the papers on the table then left the room to send it to Serena. Most of the reports she was doing were mostly based on the shop. The materials and research on what's best to do for the customers. There weren't any problems and slowly more nobles were visiting her shop. Something new that happened though was that Erwin placed guards around the shop but Laura forced them to wear clothes and instead help them out in return for them taking care of her.

It was funny seeing their reactions since both the two guards who were assigned to her shop didn't know how to deal with female customers. They get shy and scared just talking to them. Wouldn't a guy like it if girls talked to them?

"Miss Laura, His Grace has sent chocolate mousse for you," Fiona said as she entered the room holding a food tray. She laid the tray down and watched Laura rush to the couch. She did not take a second to think and gobbled down the mousse. 

"Fiona, earlier in the garden did you feel someone looking in our direction?" Laura asked as she couldn't help but feel bothered by it.

"I did but I thought it was just a servant or maid," Fiona blinked twice as she titled her head. She then asked, "Is there a problem?" Laura didn't say anything and shook her head.

Even if she told herself not to think about it that much she didn't like the way she felt back there. As if those eyes who were looking at her had motives to do something to her. She rubbed her arm as she felt shivers running down her spine.

"Miss?" Fiona asked as she walked closer to Laura. Putting a smile on pretending nothing was wrong Laura answered, "No, there's nothing. Don't mind my question at all."

"I see..." Fiona frowned as she felt Laura was hiding something from her. But remembering what happened that time she didn't have the right to ask or know any further. Sometimes she doubts herself that Laura doesn't trust her enough to share her problems.

"Don't mind it, really," Laura assured Fiona who put on a fake smile going along with her lies.