Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex

tin'

ad watched me grow up, widened his eyes in absolute shock

ly, stepping into the safe emb

shut, locking Ansley Wyatt and her distorted

been before I foolishly moved out-spotlessly clean, with fresh sun-lilies in th

hat I handed over the vast majority of our family's liquid wealth to support the Fleming family's failing mines. When my mother tearfully

d dying in the filthy slums, I was too asham

for sentimentality right now. I opened a desk drawer and ret

saved before coming of age, about fifty gol

ommon family, but for what I planned t

d debts. Moreover, my family's remaining accounts were likely being closely monitored by Collin's spies or our o

exactly whe

n for three days in the tower and chose a si

a note for the butler saying I was going out on

riage and told the driver to

ily, was actually a massive money-making tool for several major noble fam

I was cast out of high society. Desperate to survive, I had done the most grueling, bone-

high-grade steel mixed with trace amounts of mithril, intended for the Royal

ears later. Price was burned to ash by the f

ld be my lethal leverage

chimneys belched black smoke, and the air was

estricted area. No unauthorized entry," one of them barked,

noble. "My name is Cristin Conrad. I'm here to see your manager, Mr. Silas Price, to discu

ized "Dragon Knight L

me and my words. The Conrad family might not be Dragon Lords, but they

arrogance. "Please wait a moment

at the gate. I was absolutel

jogging back, his attitude now cringing and resp

orkers hammering deafening. I saw many ragged workers, includi

as one of those walking corpses. But in this life, I am the predator. I s

lavish office building and pus

is waiting fo

lutely flawless and confident. The nightmare of my past l

iculously tight, luxurious silk shirt sat be

s Silas

quickly replaced by the greasy, sickeningly lecherous smile of a co

," he purred, his voice dripping with sleaze.