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Inside the carriage of the Farnese Duke.
Payton was looking at the headline article and his photo in today's newspaper.
[Farnese Duke, who has written a success story in every business he touches, enters the clothing business this time]
It was a kind of advertisement article that he had reported to the newspaper.
'Letizia will be nervous when she sees this article.'
As he folded the newspaper with a satisfied smile, the carriage soon came to a stop.
The place he got off was not a boutique under construction, but a temporarily rented workshop for designers.
As he entered the workshop, the designers greeted him all at once.
"Welcome, Duke."
"I'm a little late because I have a lot of work to do. Everyone, sit down."
The meeting soon began.
The designers were afraid of Payton's presence at the meeting, but they began to express their opinions.
"Since it's summer and the weather is hot, how about cutting the length slightly to allow better ventilation, rather than the long, flowing designs of existing dresses? And instead of tight sleeves, something cool..."
But Payton interrupted, tapping the desk.
"No, no. Why cut the sleeves? The skin will get tanned if it's exposed to the sunlight. The skin, which should be as white as jade, shouldn't get tanned."
"But it might be too hot. The material sticks to the skin..."
Then Payton's brows narrowed sharply.
It was because Letizia, who always argued against his opinions, came to mind.
"It's enough if the dress is pretty, why do you care about that? Just make it pretty, no matter what. Got it?"
In the end, the meeting ended with Payton pushing his way unilaterally, and the designers accepting it without complaint.
Payton left the workshop with a relieved heart.
At that moment, his aide, Lockherd, approached and delivered news.
"Um, Your Excellency. A letter has arrived."
"A letter?"
Payton took the letter Lockherd handed him.
"This is..."
His brow furrowed as he looked at the familiar seal stamped on the envelope.
The next day, an unexpected guest visited the Farnese Duke's residence.
"Long time no see, Your Excellency! How have you been?"
The visitor was Letizia's father, Baron Cloel.
Payton let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Baron Cloel, who had shamelessly come to see him.
But it was only for a moment.
Soon, Payton, with cold eyes, gritted his teeth and asked.
"How have I been? Are you making fun of me? You can't possibly not know about what happened with Letizia."
Baron Cloel was sweating and bowing.
"I was late with the news because I had been to the East Continent. If I had been in the Empire, I would have kept Letizia from running wild..."
"Enough, what's your business in coming to see me?"
"As a father, I can't turn a blind eye to the fact that an innocent person is in trouble because of my daughter's mistakes."
"So?"
Baron Cloel hurriedly opened the box of fabric he had brought.
Payton looked at it with suspicious eyes.
"I saw the article that Your Excellency is starting a clothing business this time. I thought this might be helpful."
"..."
"This is the best fabric in the East Continent. It's as soft as butterfly wings. Come, touch it once."
Baron Cloel grabbed Payton's hand.
Payton frowned at this, but was inadvertently drawn to touch the fabric.
"Wouldn't it be perfect for making a dress?"
"So you're going to give this to me?"
At Payton's question, Baron Cloel trailed off with a troubled expression.
"That is... Considering the rudeness Letizia committed against Your Excellency, I would like to do so, but I bought it with all my savings. In, instead, I'll give it to you as cheaply as possible!"
In other words, he had come to sell this fabric to Payton.
Payton was dumbfounded.
The father of a runaway daughter, selling goods to the son-in-law who was betrayed by his daughter?
"Ha! Now you've quit being a baron and decided to become a door-to-door salesman? The father and daughter are treating me like a pushover. Get out of here right now!"
Enraged, Payton got up as if he didn't need to hear any more.
Then, the baron seemed flustered for a moment, but hurriedly blocked Payton's path and grabbed his trouser legs.
Then, he began to pour out words urgently.
"Yo, Your Excellency! Calm down and think about it! Isn't Eastern Continent goods are trending throughout the continent these days? If you make clothes with Eastern Continent fabric, that will also be a big hit!"
"If it was such a good thing, you should have sold it to your daughter, why did you bring it to me?"
"Ah, no! It's because it's a good thing that I didn't sell it to that child!"
"Because it's a good thing, you brought it to me?"
The baron, who had spewed out any excuse that came to his mind, quickly matched his tone when Payton showed a hint of interest in his words.
"Why would I sell something good to that girl just because she's pretty? She doesn't even know shame, hanging out with strange men and ruining the family's reputation."
"..."
"I know that Your Excellency's position has become very difficult because of that child. If you allow it, I will help you restore your honor."
Payton looked at the baron with bleary eyes.
Seeing how desperate he was, it seemed that his words of standing by his side were not a lie.
'Well, this baron was a person who would sell even his daughter for money.'
And the fabric didn't seem too bad either.
The fact that the inside was faintly visible would arouse the curiosity of many men.
The fact that Eastern Continent designs and goods were trending throughout the continent these days could not be ignored either.
'Dresses alone are too cliché, so such unique features might be the point.'
Payton, who quickly made a plan to use the baron, raised one corner of his mouth and opened his mouth.
"Well, fine. I'll accept your offer."
"Th, that's an excellent choice! You definitely won't regret it!"
"Of course, I will."
Eyes filled with madness stared at Baron Cloel and muttered.
"You must keep your word."
Wig's daily routine begins with seeing his siblings off to work.
"Have a good day, brother!"
"Bring me cookies when you come back, oppa!"
"Okay. Vincent, listen to Eloi, and Eloi, don't bother oppa."
Wig stroked his siblings' heads equally, then left the house and headed for Mariposa.
Letizia had offered to send a carriage so that he could go to work comfortably, but he chose to walk on his own two feet.
It's as if he needs to start the day like that to wake up and feel refreshed.
Wig, who arrived at the plaza with large strides, also bought a newspaper from a boy selling newspapers.
Up to this point, it was an ordinary, peaceful day like any other.
Until he saw the article on the front page of the newspaper.
"Oh my gosh..."
Wig hurriedly ran to Mariposa.
Fortunately, thanks to his fierce impression, people cleared the way as if parting the sea, so he was able to arrive quickly.
"Boss! B, big trouble!"
Wig placed the newspaper in front of Letizia, who was discussing ideas with Ahmon.
The article contained unwelcome names.
[Baron Cloel Joins Hands with Estranged Daughter's Son-in-Law Farnese Duke!]
...under the title.
'I am against the divorce between Miss Cloel and Duke Farnese,' 'I will correct my daughter's mistakes,' 'Duke Farnese is a person who knows loyalty, my heart aches that the rumors are distorted,' etc...
It was as if he had interviewed Baron Cloel.
'You've barely gotten rid of your villainess image, but if this happens, you'll be branded as a parricide this time...'
Wig didn't know the details of Letizia's family history.
But to a child, parents are everything in the world, and they are so absolute that they can be regarded as the world itself.
There must be a reason why a child who is kind to others hates their parents.
Therefore, he was on Letizia's side.
Wig carefully examined her complexion, assuming that Letizia would be upset.
"Um... should we put out a rebuttal article, boss?"
However, a reaction different from his expectations came back.
"Pfft... hahaha!"
Letizia, who saw the article, burst out laughing.
And it was as if she was very happy.
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