The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 13

"Hens that can't lay eggs will be thrown into the slaughterhouse, and old horses that can't run long distances will work in the mill until they die." Prince Henry, who blocked Marianne's way, carried a birdcage, shaking the tortured and cherished fowl inside, and rushed at Marianne with a leathery smile, "My dear sister, what kind of end do you think a princess who can't contribute to the country will get?"

Marianne had long been prepared for Prince Henry to come looking for a fight, and was more than a little excited to see what kind of mouth-breathing attack this brain-dead fellow brother would launch at her. After all, her time in Odin had been a little too boring, so she needed some excitement to keep her mood up when she returned home.

Like right now, for example.

"Your etiquette teacher will be moved to tears by what you're doing right now." Marianne, who was finally able to let herself go, changed from the pretentiousness she'd displayed in Odin's palace, and that stance of an imminent fight caused Abigail behind her to subconsciously take a step back so she wouldn't be hurt in any way.

"After all, it wasn't easy to transform your tongue, which is dirty enough to clean the bathroom, into a rag for the maids to use to stomp on the floor." Marianne was always able to say incredibly vicious things without using a dirty word, and even before Prince Henry was about to storm off, she snatched at him and said, "Mother Superior should have given your etiquette teacher a medal for that. Besides, with your slow brain, you've already exhausted your life's learning just trying to figure out how to squeeze me without using dirty words, so don't make a fool out of yourself here."

Marianne could always easily provoke Prince Henry's anger, even to the point of making the other man lose his breath for a short while.

"As for being able to contribute to the country ......" Marianne lowered her eyes and thought a little.

This allowed Prince Henry to catch the opportunity where he could glare at his sister, and his anger turned sharply to laughter as he said, "What good have you done besides being the talk of the commoners after dinner, and making the princesses of the Dunava family cheaper and cheaper?" Prince Henry shook the cage in his hand, causing the dying bird to let out a thin, inaudible, mournful chirp.

"You should be thankful for my mercy and that of Mother Superior." Prince Henry lifted the birdcage to Marianne's face, almost disliking the thin metal frame to Marianne's face, "Otherwise you wouldn't have ended up any better than this finch."

Marianne moves her eyes expressionlessly to the dying birdcage before pulling a rather odd smile, "I was a canary raised by my parents before I left home, and a canary fostered in Odin's palace after I left home, so why should I be thankful for your mercy?"

Speaking of which, Marianne also deliberately dug a hole for Prince Henry, "Am I representing the Grand Duchy of Norsca in the marriage, or am I representing the royal family of Obstar in the marriage?"

"Of course it's ......" Prince Henry almost blurted out the word "Norsca", but then he thought of the princess of the Dunava family he just mentioned. Princess of the Dunava family", then realized that he was induced by Marianne to say contradictory and self-slapping words.

After all, the surname of the Obstar royal family is Dunava, so the Obstar princess is also known as the princess of the Dunava family.

However, this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca's marriage to Count Kalda was of a male semi-incestuous nature, so Marianne's international title is either Princess of the Grand Duchy of Norsca or Princess of Norsca-Dunava.

This doesn't involve much with the Obstar royal family other than blood and an alliance that ended in the last generation.

Unless ......

Prince Henry tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to give himself a leg up, "You wouldn't have been sent back home three times in a row if your eloquence had been put to good use."

"I say Henry, can you find time to bone up on your brain. Is my eloquence alone going to determine the course of marital diplomacy? Or can you marry a wife to your liking without the interference of Mother Superior and the interests of the country?" Marianne knew she was wasting her breath with Prince Henry.

For everyone understands these plain truths, but it just doesn't stop people who want to see what's going on from taking advantage of the situation and distorting the intent.

"Henry, if I were a man of brains, I wouldn't be here to dislike my sister who has already been withdrawn three times." Marianne notices that her mother's head maid is standing behind Prince Henry, so it's time to make quick work of this brain-dead brother, "It's just for the sake of the money and the territory, and I wouldn't do such a stupid thing as to cut off my own favors."

"Will your little thing, except for that red-haired wild dog that was kicked out of the house, ever be looked at?" Prince Henry disdainfully said, "I am the heir to the Grand Duchy of Norsca and the Count Lord of Kalda, what kind of good things have I not seen, would I still care about your little alimony?"

"Alimony? What I have is not just alimony." In front of Prince Henry, Marianne had the rare opportunity to analyze the wealth she possessed with him.

Even in the eyes of Lucius, who was on the sidelines, this slightly braggadocious analysis took on a hint of cuteness.

"The Colin, the Dreux, and the Black River that I obtained in the withdrawal compensation combined are no less than a marquisate, if not more than a grand duchy." Marianne was far wealthier than Prince Henry, who had so far been living on a dead salary, and was also the only one of the three children of the female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca to enjoy the trope of financial freedom, "Not to mention the millions in alimony I get from my predecessor every year."

"On the bright side, where would all that money go if I never married and never had any legitimate children in my life?"

Marianne's compelling tone twisted into an invisible net around Prince Henry's ears, gripping his greedy heart more firmly than a fly that had fallen into the net, "At that point, the dingo you despise may be the one you want to curry favor with."

"What's gotten into you?" Returning to his senses, Prince Henry rushed at Marianne accusingly, "Everything you have was given to you by your family, so of course after your death, your wealth belongs to the family and to me."

"I can't believe you can say something so shameless." Marianne narrowed her eyes and spoke in disgust, "Since you have this thick skin, you should have been present at my exit negotiations."

"Who am I to settle those disgraceful matters for you?"

"And why should I give the enormous compensation I have gained from the disgraceful things to a man who will not disgrace himself for me?" Marianne retorted, "Poor Henry, tell me why I should?"

Marianne looked at Prince Henry as if he were a useless stranger, "As for the family! Duty! Anyway, I've already sacrificed three times for the family, so Mother Superior can't accuse me of not contributing to the Grand Duchy of Norsca."

Speaking of which, Marianne also borrowed the wise words of a certain king, "After I'm dead, who cares about the floods."

"Why should I confine myself to boring and ridiculous responsibilities when I've been given the freedom I've always dreamed of." Marianne shrugged at Prince Henry and dealt him the death blow, "Besides, handing over money and land to the b***h I hate the most and watching his children and grandchildren squander the culmination of my misery won't be enjoyable, but rather it will make it difficult for me to enjoy what should have been an enjoyable life."

Prince Henry ground his back teeth hard, and in stifled restraint stood out the words, "Marianne, you're such a b***h who sucks men's blood by being a w***e and pretending to be innocent at the same time."

"But I didn't beg Richard, or Ceasar, or Odin's little emperor to betroth me, and they accepted the price of withdrawal." Marianne gladly accepts Prince Henry's curses, and even takes the initiative to "insult" herself: "If being satirized by thousands of people is a good thing to hold in your hands, I'd like to be treated as a witch archetype, the face of Mephistopheles' lady-in-waiting. Let them torment and curse my statue, portrait, and even all kinds of derivatives endlessly, and then let me weep silently in the cold embrace of gold and territory!"

Marianne gently moved the cage pressed against the side of her face, her eyes showing calm insanity, "It is precisely because I am a b***h that I can be a blood relative to you."