VIP Chapter 532: “You Guys Continue”
Upon hearing Treya’s “definitive” answer, Iaar was the first to express her dissatisfaction:
“What qualifications? I’ve been by his side the longest—”
“…Because we have an engagement.”
Treya’s single sentence cut off Iaar’s half-finished statement.
“So what if we’re engaged? With his current personality, we’ll all have one eventually, right?”
However, Liya didn’t care about these things.
“The other noble guests present all know about our engagement.”
“…”
“Will definitely want to use this funeral to prove his legitimacy as the head of the Hysterm Family to others.”
Treya, facing the broccoli on her plate, picked up a small knife and, with excellent knife skills, cut it into small pieces.
“Therefore, it’s most fitting for me, who can protect him without anyone being able to object, to go on stage with him.”
Then, she spoke with extremely rational reasoning that seemed impossible to refute.
After finishing…
Looking at the dishes on her plate, she prematurely displayed a “happy” smile.
A person who used to be expressionless, and who mostly maintained an icy facade…
The moment she spoke of someone, she could instantly display a “normal” expression, which was actually somewhat chilling.
“I believe he *would* feel the same. So, do you understand why I said there’s no need for explanation?”
“…”
Not only was there a brief silence in their words, but the knives and forks that the three people were using to share their meals also fell silent.
In this small dining room, as the sounds grew quieter, the atmosphere became increasingly “anxious.”
If the questions they had raised earlier didn’t really touch the “core” of the three people, then Treya’s statement touched upon something the three had not discussed…
But they all knew it clearly.
On such an occasion, no, on every such occasion…
The person who could stand by his side, even the person closest to him…
In what he hadn’t said, it was vaguely proven who he wanted more in his heart.
Or rather…
On such an important occasion, being able to leave behind the memory of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him was itself a way to increase his favorability in his heart.
“Since you’ve said it, I won’t hide it anymore. All this arguing we’re doing here is just to prove…”
Liya paused.
“Who he likes more, right?”
“Gasp!?”
“Not denying it.”
The atmosphere among the three became even more serious.
“If that’s the case, then why don’t we just ask him when he arrives? It’s fine, if you’re too afraid, let me ask.”
Iaar, who had become exceptionally confident since her return, put down the knife she had just used to cut the bloody beef.
“By asking? Then I’d rather… just fight it out.”
The red in Liya’s eyes deepened, and her hair began to be dyed a vibrant red from the tips.
“I don’t think I’ll lose. However, politically speaking, I’m definitely more suitable.”
Treya appeared to be maintaining her composure, but the broccoli she had cut clearly trembled on the plate as she moved it, and the anger in her voice seemed ready to erupt.
However…
At this very instant…
At the moment when the atmosphere among the three was compressed to the point of exploding in the next second…
“Ah, since you guys have cut it, I won’t be polite and will take a piece?”
Will approached the three people silently.
“!?”
And holding his plate, his fork hovered over Treya’s “healthy meal,” which was closest to the door.
The three people, who had just been preparing to argue loudly for Will, instantly felt cold sweat trickle down their backs.
*—I didn’t realize he was here at all?!*
“Broccoli, hmm, indeed, eating more vegetables is good for your health.”
Will said, first picking the most vibrant green piece from Treya’s plate.
*—Were they too engrossed to notice he had entered?*
“Wow, as expected of Liya, you still love delicate little cakes— I had them specially prepared. Do you like them?”
He walked around to Liya’s side and took the cake topped with a small strawberry from her plate.
*—Of course, it’s not impossible that Will, who entered, intentionally masked his presence, as his current strength is not much different from those at the table.*
“Iaar’s steak-cutting technique is as skillful as ever~ Good, I like it.”
Finally, he walked behind Iaar and placed the best cut steak she had prepared onto his own plate.
Then…
Will slowly sat down at the head of the long table, in the most prominent “head of the family” position.
His plate, of course, also had his own chosen dishes, piled high, and drizzled with white salad dressing—and it was precisely because of this that the food he “convinced” from the three people was even more obvious.
*Crank, crank.*
The room was suddenly filled only with the sound of Will cutting his food and the sound of him chewing with relish.
The three people remained silent, not daring to speak about their recent argument.
Iaar didn’t like to show any “ungraceful” behavior in front of Will.
Liya certainly didn’t want Will to see… that she wasn’t as principled as her “teacher.”
As for Treya… she simply didn’t know what to say at this moment. When others didn’t speak to her, she was often so silent.
*Crank, crank.*
The silence didn’t last long. After a while, Will raised his head and looked at the three people who seemed to have “made a mistake.”
He put on a gentle smile.
“Why aren’t you speaking anymore? Are you hesitant because I’m here? It’s fine, you can continue.”
Yet, he spoke words that were slightly “incendiary.”
However, when he said this, all three ladies understood.
Will had heard everything from the beginning?!
He might not have missed a single word, perhaps he had been standing right outside the door, listening with a smile on his face, even hoping they would become more “outrageous” and express their love even more “intensely.”
“Hmm… Don’t look at me like that. I actually quite enjoy watching you guys argue over me. It’s very interesting.”
His hands didn’t stop moving.
Although he didn’t say it, it was obvious…
When he took things from each of their plates just now, he had already given his answer—
Will rested his chin, wearing the same “scheming” smile as always.
—He indeed loved each of them “equally,” never intending to show favoritism.
—It was precisely because he could do this that he was truly “Will.”
But…
“However, since we’ll be living together in the future, constantly arguing might hurt our feelings, right? So, let’s get along well?”
His deep blue eyes swept over each of them, just as he could manipulate everyone when they met again…
He seemed to see through the hidden thoughts of the three.
—No one could discern who his feelings were deeper for.
—However, in their small squabbles, the one who wished to “harm” the others he loved would surely be “deducted points.”
Just seeing his gaze made the three of them become even more cautious.
Will had indeed achieved his goal.
Just as he had promised Shuna…
Let him wait for them at the end of true “blackening.” Let them see how he became the master of the reins of emotion.
“Oh, speaking of which, about the question you were discussing…”
Finally, after tasting the food from the three people, he began to stir the salad on his plate and the food on his own plate.
“I will be holding the entire funeral by myself. You might not even need to attend.”
Will’s voice was somewhat cold, not like he was “discussing,” but rather giving a “conclusion.”
