The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 24

For Midelyn, there was no psychological pressure at all for such a thing as betrayal, and even her style of dealing with things was much more understandable than that of a political creature in the conventional sense-whoever gave the most money, she would work for. As the saying goes, people should look up, and money should look thick.

The simple-minded Midelyn would never put all her eggs in one basket, so while receiving Solins' subsidies, she sold Solins' information to the female Grand Duke of the Norsca Grand Duchy. It can be said that she is using one thing to get double the money, jumping left and right horizontally between the identity of Princess Solins and the Crown Princess of the Grand Duchy of Norsca, swinging back and forth.

This maneuver not only showed the experienced female Grand Duke of Norsca, but also made the scavengers who were monitoring Midelyn feel very speechless.

"You are truly the most honest person I have ever met." Rita, the scavenger who was arranged by the female Grand Duke of the Norsca Grand Duchy to spy on Mei Dailin, thought of an inappropriate word to describe the Crown Princess in front of her after she put down her cup of tea.

In response, Midairine took it as her praising herself, and thus smiled without any concern before pursuing, "When will this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca be willing to summon me."

Although Midaylin is the Crown Princess of Norsca, but because Prince Henry has not yet consummated his marriage with her, so in the religious and legal sense, Midaylin is not considered to be Prince Henry's real wife, and even Prince Henry can use the reason of "not fulfilling the marital duties" to ask for a divorce from Midaylin.

Rita, as a scavenger who specialized in surveillance, could certainly see in Madeleine's eyes the tension and fear she was trying to restrain.

In these still-open times, Midairine, with no background and no money, doesn't really have much choice. Because Richard of Solins wouldn't care about a side princess who was thrown back home, and the female Grand Duke of Norsca wasn't interested in caring about a symbolic "daughter-in-law", the moment she entered the court of the Grand Duke of Norsca, she realized that she could only rely on herself to fight for the future she wanted. She had to fight for it herself.

Even if she married a bastard of a husband, and even if there was no one she could trust from Solins to the Grand Duchy of Norsca, at least Madeleine had gained a real social status and a nice dowry compared to the terrible situation she had been in before she married.

Besides, watching her father, who had been forced by Richard to hand over his ex-wife's inheritance, look exasperated was the greatest pleasure Madeleine had gotten out of the not-so-flattering marriage.

"You want to stay here." Rita was quite certain and at the same time a little puzzled, "The court of the Grand Duchy of Norsca is not a very nice place."

"But Solins' court is worse than here." Midelyn immediately retorted, "It's all swampy, but this side of the Grand Duchy of Norsca, at least I can touch a cane."

Rita didn't understand Midelyn's metaphor, but dutifully informed the female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca of her claim.

"What a strange girl." The female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca who had gotten the news waved her hand, not caring about Rita's report, "Let's leave her alone for a few days first, and then arrange for Marianne to meet with Midelyn."

"Aren't you worried that the Crown Princess will take advantage of the opportunity to harm Her Highness?" Rita said with some hesitation.

"Inflict harm? Why would she victimize Marianne? "This female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca scoffed at the possibility, "Richard's premise of wanting to make money out of thin air is to find a sensual girl who can be easily fooled. Besides, if the court of the Grand Duchy of Norsca is easily captured by a little girl who has been here for less than a year, then I won't be a female Grand Duke anymore, and I'll just give my seat away!"

Rita knew that her words just now had crossed the line, so she silently knelt down and waited for the punishment of this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca.

"But what you said is also somewhat reasonable." For a subordinate who dared to speak out, this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca would not indiscriminately accuse, "When they meet, you and that little witch by Marianne's side must be present."

"If Midelyn dares to do anything, I give you permission to take her down on the spot."

"Yes."

"Hey! Are you dead?" In the dungeon of the Grand Duchy of Norsca, Fingoshir kicked the falsely sleeping Drow Elf Ost, who opened one eye and said impatiently, "What is it?"

"When can we get out of here?" Since the dungeons where male and female slaves were kept were only separated by a single wall, Fingoshir was able to lean against the bars to comfort his fearful sister, but that didn't solve anything for a brother and sister who couldn't communicate face-to-face.

"How do I know what my master is thinking." Ost was a commoner, and in the matriarchal society of the Drow city-state, he could be called a "money-loser". Luckily, he had good looks and a small talent for assassination, so after leaving his family, he quickly gained the favor of noble women and was sent to a "vocational school" to receive brainwashing and inhumane assassination training.

Since the only ladder to power for a commoner male in Drow society is the bed of a matriarch or a priestess, Oster has to put up with the strange fetishes of his gold masters and lay out a rough path for his future.

In the eyes of those followers of the fallen goddess, the death of a commoner male was as common as a male spider devoured by an excited female. Even in the eyes of the Draconic female nobles Ost has served, abuse is not considered to be on the level of a petty fight, the only thing that pleases them is a brighter red color and more brutal pleasure.

Marianne, her new master, was nothing if not gentle in comparison.

Although they were being held in the dungeons of the Grand Duchy of Norsca, it was a paradise compared to the "captivity" Oster had experienced. At least the guards of the Grand Duchy of Norsca wouldn't defile Marianne's things.

"What happens to you affects me, so I'll give you that advice." Ost closed the open one again, not wanting to taint his brain with the stupidity of Fingoshir's appearance, "Slaves have to behave like slaves. If you don't want yourself or those around you to suffer, ask less questions about things you shouldn't and learn to be an object or air."

"You're asking me to give up my self-respect to curry favor with a lowly human noble?" "Don't be ridiculous" was written all over Fingoshir's face, "I wouldn't do such a degrading thing even if I were hanged on the city wall."

"......" So he didn't want to talk to this dumbass.

Oster pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, forcing down the mockery that spilled out of his throat, "Do you have any dignity left to speak of?"

Fingoshir felt the taste of his spine being trampled.

"Talking about dignity with a slave is no less ridiculous than talking about chastity with a whore." Ost gained the pleasure of the Drow female nobles torturing him from Fingoshir's reaction, "I'm waiting for the day you and those female elves are hanged."