Saving the Beautiful and Miserable Female Partner

The summer breeze is lazily blowing, and the evening moonlight shines through, reflecting on the surface of the lake. The otherworldly shape on the water was shattered by a fall of leaf, shattering its lovely image. There is an adult man standing a few steps away, watching how the ripples slowly move. When the footman stopped ten feet behind him, his pair of red eyes, hidden by darkness, gleamed dangerously. "Your Grace, the crown prince has arrived, and His Highness is escorting the lady from the baron's house." In the middle of the report, the young male servant who had just entered the household a few days ago cannot help trembling his voice as he waits in silence. The person the humble footman was facing was someone he couldn't afford to provoke, so there was a palpable fear in the air. After a brief period of silence, his master finally spoke in a slow, deep, and cold voice. "Ready the carriage, we'll arrive at the banquet in time, to meet my beloved fiancee." Vincent Feil, Duke of Temsik, had turned around, his half-dragon scale mask covered in gold dust hiding his entire face. Only a pair of cold, indifferent red eyes stared at someone, yet as if they could see right into their soul. The footman carefully replied, "Yes, Your Grace." Vincent Feil stood still, his pale and beautiful right hand resting on the baton on the ground, not in a hurry to move. He raised his eyes to the dark red sky, one moon painted red, like an eye crying in blood, and the sight convinced him many times that this was not the world he grew up knowing. Vincent Feil was leaving his house for another business trip when he was involved in a car accident, which took his life away from the hustle and bustle of modern society. As a cold, indifferent and abstained businessman who owns many industries, he has made his life dull and boring. There is no other way of life for him than to work every day like a machine, making money and having to feed billions of people. Despite this, he is not uncomfortable or dissatisfied with his life. In fact, he enjoys this way of living so much that, unwittingly but predictably, there will be those who are envious of his success as the world's youngest billionaire. Vincent Feil believed his death had been staged by someone he knew or had never met before. He is unconcerned about how he died or how, at the age of 35, his life's pinnacle was taken away. He's fine with it, because his wealth had already been arranged by his lawyers to be distributed to someone. In this way, his life in that world will be free of problems and entanglements. However, after dying, he believed there was nothing left, but the sudden appearance of a high intelligent system sent his wandering soul to another world. In this world, he will have to complete the task given by the system. In exchange, he can go back to his world, take another career route and live a very fulfilling life. Vincent Feil had no desire to live again, but something was wrong with his memories, prompting him to investigate. That he appears to be expecting something before he dies, but he has no recollection of it. His mind is blank, but his soul appears to be hesitant. As if it were a puzzle with missing pieces. And, Vincent Feil is a businessman who will not turn down an opportunity if he believes it will provide him with more benefits. The royal guards were in the middle of a conversation when the carriage arrived at the palace entrance, and they immediately paid their honorable salute when they saw the unexpected but familiar crest placed on the carriage's wall. At this moment, the banquet hall was filled with the unfamiliar sounds of romantic classical waltz music. Its structure carved an ethereal interior above the high ceiling, displaying its magnificent art, beauty, and grandeur. Men and women's bodies sway like delicate swans all around in the middle of the dance floor, lit by the four largest hanging chandeliers above their heads. They're switching hands, letting go and grasping the other, and continuing to dance to the beat of entrancing music, creating a dazzling scene that viewers can't look away from. "Look at such beauty. I never heard the baron's daughter could be so beautiful." The whispers start from one woman, spreads like a wildfire across the sea of noble ladies circling around. The voices of young ladies hiding from the crowd couldn't stop the gossip and envy in their words about the baron's daughter dancing in the crown prince's hands. "By escorting another lady from a small baron's family rather than standing with his fiancee, His Highness is clearly dividing a line between the royal family and the Marquess House." "For your highness' marriage, it is an act of resistance!" "Who wouldn't dare to dance with another lady if the partner is the lady of Redvronia House? Look at that face, it's lovely enough, but she looks like she could eat you at a glance." "Hey, be careful what you say if the lady hears you." "I heard she bullied that baron's daughter at the academy, almost drowning her." "Oh...my goodness, is that true?" "That is despicable!" "Hateful..." ... More and more venomous words were hurled at the target of ridicule. Regardless of the fact that many people in the crowd were able to express their careless thoughts, they were not foolish enough to say it out loud in front of the person. So, on the side where the lady of Redvronia's House of Marquess family was standing, no one dared to breathe, afraid to utter a single word, as they gazed at the back of a silent young woman with hair redder than a rose. Although Hevron Redvron could know the words in the big frame by her imagination, it was because she knew what these people would say and feel about her today. The people who didn't like her pitied, ridiculed, and laughed at her just by looking at the person she liked dancing with another woman in their arms instead of her. How could she not see what the crown prince, her promised fiance, who was supposed to hold her hand tonight, was smiling at another woman meant? It hurts her, but it only fuels her rage. They had no right to do this to her! To humiliate her in the crowd to show off their affection---she is the fiancee, she is the fiancee, she is the one who is supposed to be dancing with her fiance! Her fingers on her fan were tightened as she glared at the two people who were walking on their way to her after the music finally ended. "Greetings, My Lady," Jane Kasim, the only daughter of the humble Baron's family, bows her head and bends her body in respect. Hevron Redvron didn't even look at her, completely ignoring her existence, causing the other to remain in her awkward position for a while. Standing next to Jane Kasim, the tall handsome crown prince in white looked coldly at his fiancee, and was very displeased with her. If eyes had the power to kill, the man's cold look would have already killed the lady of Redvornia's House. "Rise to your feet." Jane Kasim said delicately, "Thank you, your highness." "Mnn.." Surely plucked a string at the crown prince's heart, and when the man turned back to look at Hevron Redvorn, his face was filled with disgust. "Don't act tonight, or else this prince will make sure the engagement ends sooner than you think," Manscua Riess sternly warned. Hevron Redvron frowned. Her eyes were becoming colder than before, and there were no emotions visible in them other than a surge of rage rising from the depths of her chest. She questioned, her teeth squeezed. "Does His Highness think it's appropriate to threaten a young lady, especially his promised fiancee?" The crow prince's face became frosty, his brows furrowed dangerously. "Mind your language." Manscua Reiss changed his face in the blink of an eye when he turned around to face Lady Jane. "Shall we go now?" "Your highness..." Jane Kasim's voice is lower and weak, as if hesitant, and she stares between the crown prince and his fiancee, showing confusion and fear at the same time. "I want to show you something," His Highness said flatly, grabbing Jane Kasim's hanging hand. He took her away from everyone's prying eyes, leaving his fiancee in the middle of mocking whispers.