The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 27

"Can you not regret it? If I had had s*x with Henry earlier, then even the Pope couldn't have easily awarded us a divorce." Midelyn leaned back against the not-so-soft back of her chair, regretting the more she thought about it, "At least I have to wait until I get my morning gift before I think about separating from Henry or ......"

Madeleine waved her hand in a "you should understand" gesture.

Marianne guessed that Madeleine didn't mind being a superficial couple with Henry; after all, there were few examples of love in political marriages, and respect was ideal.

Unfortunately, Henry was not a good match, and Madeleine was not a foreign princess with a big background, so the two of them were stuck in a stalemate until now.

"Henry is not someone who will accept an apology." Marianne could understand Henry's character better than Midelyn: "Even if you die, he won't let go of his hatred for you."

"That's the main reason why we have trouble getting along." Midelyn shrugged, not much regret on her face, "Even if we didn't fall out when we met, we would still look at each other twice in the days afterward."

Mydalynn changed her sitting position and continued, "Henry won't leave me much time to save myself, and the female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca isn't exactly a warm-hearted mother-in-law. If I don't do something about it, sooner or later I'll be petitioned by Henry for a divorce from the court of the Grand Duchy of Norsca on the grounds of 'failing to fulfill marital duties'."

"Yeah! Marriage laws these days are really unfriendly to female nobles who don't have territories." Marianne, who was quite knowledgeable in withdrawing from marriages, exclaimed, "It's no wonder those rich women are especially fond of buying land."

It was ironic to say the least, while those noble ladies who had just entered the social circle worked hard to dress themselves up as money trees, certain rich women who were already tired of playing in the circle were thinking of mortgaging their jewelry and using the money from the mortgaged jewelry to buy more land and build more houses.

Thanks to those rich women's land speculation year after year, the most popular in the upper class women's salon is instead the elegant minimalist style, even Odin's little emperor took this opportunity to rectify the domestic extravagance and advocate a simple lifestyle.

"If I round up with Henry, then at least I'll get a manor or small town in the morning ritual." Knowing that her sister-in-law had gotten quite a generous compensation fee in her three withdrawals, Midelyn said, half-jealous, half-envious: "If I had one-tenth of your wealth, I wouldn't be in such a hurry as if I were an ant on a hot pan at the moment."

Because Madeleine's father was an even worse scum than Earl Kalda, before she left Solins, she had to cash in her mother's inheritance so that her father wouldn't change the name of Madeleine's mother's estate after she got married in the name of "her own good".

Abigail sniffled, wanting to spit on the fact that she didn't see a single ounce of urgency in Madeleine.

Marianne, however, got more useful information from Midelyn's reaction, and then assumed a posture of wanting to cooperate, "If I can give you what you want, what can you give me?"

From Marianne's standpoint, the short-term utilization value on Midelyn was still quite high, at least Richard was not willing to give up this pawn too early, and the inheritance issue of the Grand Duchy of Britannia would also affect Marianne's personal safety.

Not to mention the fact that if Prince Henry really divorces Madeleine, the next Crown Princess may not be as well-informed as Madeleine.

"Richard ...... that is, that cousin of mine, is up in arms against you because of the succession to the Grand Duchy of Britannia." In order to hand Marianne a pitch, Midelyn barely thought twice about selling her former lord for all he was worth, "Because Richard had broken off his engagement with you, plus his marriage to this female duke of the Grand Duchy of Bretonia made the two of you a forbidden aunt and nephew, Richard was unable to obtain the Bretonian Grand Duchy's dominion."

"And then?" Marianne wasn't interested in these established facts, "Kinship can be resolved by a papal indulgence, unless ......"

Marianne seemed to think of something and looked pleadingly at Midelin, who also made no bones about it, "Back when this female Duke of the Grand Duchy of Britannia miscarried, Richard had already planned to ask for your hand in marriage and had the Patriarch of Solins test the Pope's lips."

"......" Marianne's breath stopped for a moment, trying not to break down on Richard in front of Midelyn, "He can be such a scum."

"Yeah! These days scumbags only get better and better, and we ......"-Marianne laughed to herself-"we're just second-rate guys who paint a picture, so it's hard for us to do great things."

Speaking of this, Midelyn also said with interest, "However, the Pope also did not directly reject Richard's request, but sent an emissary who knew the details to preside over the succession of the Grand Duchy of Bretonia after the death of this female Duke of the Grand Duchy of Bretonia."

Marianne noticed that Madeleine emphasized the word "emissary", and the expression on her face became more and more impish.

"Who is the emissary sent by the Pope?" Marianne's mind conjured up an upside-down face, "Don't tell me it's that sweetheart of his."

"Perhaps!" Midelyn revealed a wry smile, "After all, there are things the Pope can't do, especially when it comes to his two heartthrobs, and the power those gods have given him is extremely limited."

Abigail peeked at Marianne's scowl, guessing how she would react.

After all, Midelyn had hinted at this point, and if Marianne couldn't guess who the Pope's emissary was, then Abigail should suspect that her employer had been replaced.

"You mean the Pope wants his heartthrob to propose to me." Marianne, who had already seen how scummy Richard was, was actually not at all surprised, "What is his sincerity?"

"To make you a female Duke of the Grand Duchy of Britannia." Madeleine interjected, "Correction, the Pope wants his sweetheart to marry this female Duke of the Grand Duchy of Britannia, not Marianne.Lorraine.Norsca-Dunava."

"Not only does that sound less than appealing, but it's close to having the words 'empty glove' written on your face." Marianne grumbled, "Looks like the Pope isn't as rich as I thought he was."

"If you mean in earthly territory, then the Pope really isn't that rich."

Because the Church does not allow the Pope, who is the spokesman of the gods, to hold territories, and even in order to stop the Pope from illegally holding earthly lands under false pretenses, there are at least two hundred laws in the Church's Code of Canon Laws that regulate the wealth of the Pope and his relatives and close ministers.

"It took so much for him to slip his beloved youngest daughter to King Canterlot, but compared to the kings who begged him, the great nobles, female nobles with titles are a rarity that can't be found in a lantern." With a wink, Mydalene signaled Abigail to pour them tea, and after moistening her throat with the slightly astringent tea, added, "And not to mention the nasty things that old fox, the Pope, has done, but in terms of fatherhood, he's a better father than most of the men in the world."

Apart from not being able to legitimize his illegitimate children, the Pope could be said to have done everything he could on behalf of his two sweethearts. Even breaking with the ever-friendlier Grand Duchy of Norsca in order to make his daughter a queen.

"Life is always full of surprises." Marianne said, half sarcastically, half self-deprecatingly, "He had Seuis of Canterlot drive me away like a lost dog, and now ...... he wants his son to propose to me."

"You needn't complain about yourself in front of me." Mydalene hated people who loved to complain, "You should be as glad as I am that you are still of use, while being wary that you will one day be taken in your place."

Having said that, this Solins' sidekick princess added, "At least you've found a target you can utilize now, and the female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca has paved the way for you."

Marianne stared into Midelyn's eyes for a long time before she opened her mouth and asked, "Won't you make your offer?"

"What terms?"

"The condition of doing something for me." Marianne spread her hands with a rather helpless expression, "Who else but you can get the inside scoop on Solins for me."

Marianne shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, and her relationship with Midelyn wasn't as hard as it had been when they first met, "Besides, you'll be able to keep an eye on Henry for me."

"Henry? Do you think he'd be honest enough to let me spy on him?" Very surprised, Mydalyn said, "You expect a little too much from me."

"High?" Marianne didn't agree with Midelyn, "As long as Henry hasn't given up his knighthood in the Grand Duchy of Bretonia, he'll definitely look for you as the wife who could potentially help him get in touch with King Solins."

"The Grand Duchy of Norsca is full of Mother's eyes and ears, so it's unlikely that Henry will be able to get the support of the Grand Duchy of Norsca."

"Is that so? But Solins side doesn't see Henry as a hard dish either. Besides, if Henry inherits the title of the Grand Duchy of Britannia, I won't be able to get much benefit, and instead, I'll be pissed off alive by Henry and Richard." Midelyn casually coped, then jumped back to Marianne's earlier question, "Speaking of payment, if I want the slaves you bought back from Sergent, will you agree?"

"Be my guest." Marianne said without hesitation.

"And I want Abigail?"

"Huh?" Before the young witch, who had been acting as a backdrop, could blow up, Marianne snaps and rejects Midelyn's imposition.

"You crossed the line." Marianne, who was quite talkative a second ago, said in an icy tone, "Jokes have to stop."

Midelyn hesitated for a long moment before she remembered to blink, "I'm the one who overstepped."

Seeing as the other woman had a good attitude about admitting her mistake, Marianne and Abigail forgave her for the offense she had just taken.

"Why don't you guess what I really want" Midelyn also wanted to test out Marianne's estimation of her and whether they could develop into a long term partner, "Insight into your partner's needs is also a necessary skill for you as a female heir to a duke. "

"Land, you want land." Marianne had long ago thought of what she would use to bribe Midelyn. After all, a woman who had her heart set on Morning Glory and had sold her old family's land for all it was worth would surely have a keen interest in territory and knighthood.

Especially someone like Midelyn who liked to hold on to what was right in front of her.

"When I become the female Duke of the Grand Duchy of Britannia and settle that old pipsqueak who is grasping at power, you'll be able to get any of the lands in my name, and you'll be given the title of Count of Amphaville as well."

Marianne says this and extends her hand to Midelyn, "Cooperation?"

"Deal." Midelyn returned Marianne's hand and said with a straight face, "Remember your promise, this female Duke of the Grand Duchy of Britannia."