At the same time, in Continent M.
The duke had just hung up the international phone call with someone in China. Du Meilan had been lecturing him for half an hour, and after they hung up, the duke wiped his face with a headache and looked up again. Miyazawa Rei was standing in front of him with a tea tray, a gentle and virtuous smile on her face.
"Honey, have some ginseng tea. I learned this recipe from my friend in China."
The duke took the teacup and put it aside. He looked at his wife with a scrutinizing gaze.
His eyes were very deep, and they were filled with years of hostility. They were like searchlights on the operating table that could directly see through people's souls. "I'll leave this to you. I hope you can do well…"
In other words, this was a test for her and also her last chance.
Faced with such pressure, even someone with ill intentions would have no choice.
