On the way back to the Duke's house
Caesar sat in the car, and still reminisced about the meeting he just had with Lyra.
"Father, I seem to know what love at first sight feels like. I just saw Miss Lyra, and my heart actually fluttered. I think I'm in love with her, and I want to chase her!"
Harrod stroked his beard and said in an old-fashioned way, "Not her. I heard your mother some time ago. Charles Lance brought a girl back and is going to get married. It should be her."
Caesar's expression was lost, "So, she's kind of the brother's fiancée?"
"Shut up! Charles Lance is just illegitimate. He's not your brother, and I could never accept his existence."
At the mention of this, Harrod's fists clenched and his anger wafted through the car.
Caesar was most afraid of his father's anger. He shrugged and pondered before saying, "But I think Miss Lyra, she does not like Charles. Just now she looked at me as if she was begging for help. She looks like she's forced."
"It's none of your business. You're not allowed to mention her again."
"But ..."
Caesar's blue eyes were melancholy as he pulled out a small note from his pocket, "When we were shaking hands, Miss Lyra slipped it into my hand."
Harrod turned his head, glanced at the note in his hand, took it directly into his own hand, and unfolded it for inspection.
"Father, what did she say?"
Caesar came closer and Harrod immediately shredded the note. There was no emotion visible on his aged face, "She wants to work with me in exchange for some benefits."
"Really? Then why don't you leave the cooperation to me. Father, just take it as an experience for me."
"Nonsense!" He scolded seriously.
Caesar instantly lowered his head and glanced at his father, "So, are you not going to agree to Miss Lyra's request for cooperation?"
Harrod did not answer.
His muddy eyes burst with brilliant light.
...
As soon as Princess Cayley saw Lyra, she liked her so much that she took her hand and asked a lot about Crana with great interest.
Lyra was polite enough to answer all of them.
Princess Cayley was already forty-five years old, but her skin was extremely well maintained. On her face, it could hardly find the signs of age. If Lyra did not know beforehand that she was the mother of two adult sons, she would think she was only thirty years old.
During the exchange, she sensed that this Princess Cayley was curious about everything about Crana. And she should still like Anthony's father, so she loved Anthony so much.
Lyra's eyes lowered in concentration, and Princess Cayley tapped her hand to bring her thoughts back.
"Anthony has a really good taste this time. I like you at first glance."
Lyra smiled implicitly.
Anthony was very happy, "Mother, Lyra especially came to European Swye just to have a big exotic wedding with me over here. I still need mother to help me with the wedding."
"Great, I must pay more attention to it. My Anthony's wedding must be the best!"
Lyra quietly listened to the two's exchange about the wedding, only to feel sorry for Princess Cayley who was so high-spirited.
Even if there was a wedding, she would make the wedding site a turmoil.
"Your Highness Princess Cayley, my brother Micah is engaged in a medical research. He has heard that European Swye has a potion called super virus serum. It can cure any biochemical virus. Since I am here, I would like to ask it for Micah."
"Yes, there is a serum, but this ..."
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