Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex

Chapter 7

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walked directly to the chair across from him, placi

face stiffen for a moment, but he quickly recovered,

isguised lust. "Miss Conrad is looking more charming than ever. I he

infamous prison would embar

y health is excellent. But you, Manager Price, have you b

e. "What d

d, "I heard there's a fatal problem with the batch of hig

Silas Price's face. Cold sweat

trembling, false bravado, "What treasonou

nd hear us discuss how you've been secretly replacing the Royal Dragon Knights' mithril steel with cheap iron? You know, dr

ead with a silk handkerchief. His eyes were filled with absolute fear and

ow?" he stammered, his

hid the swapped mithril steel in the abandoned warehouse number 3 outside the city.

aler, until it matched the color of a co

t?" he asked, co

ousand gold coins. In untraceabl

, his fat face twisting. "Yo

xpensive compared to your pathetic life and t

h rage, but he didn't da

gh to make him bleed heavily, but not enough t

he finally gritted his teeth and no

ge, hidden safe. With a physically pained expression, he counted

ed the five bags one by one, feeling the sa

are no more ties between us. I won't c

piggy eyes still held a venomous

ave, carrying

ce called o

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Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex

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“I was locked in a lone obsidian tower for ninety-seven days by my fiancé, Dragon Lord Collin Fleming. He claimed I was mentally unstable and needed protection, but it was just a pathetic excuse to dissolve our Dragon-blessed marriage contract for a pitiful widow named Ansley Wyatt. In my past life, I foolishly believed his lies about fulfilling a "life debt" to her and stepped aside, hoping he would remember my sacrifices. Instead, he forced me into a humiliating Rejection Ritual for her sake. I was cast out by my family, became the laughingstock of the entire aristocracy, and was left to rot in the slums. Eventually, I died of sickness on a cold, wet night, watching from afar as Collin and Ansley held a grand, magnificent wedding at Fleming Castle. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. My family's wealth had saved his exhausted Dragon-crystal mines, and I had given him my absolute devotion. Why did my loyalty earn me a damp cell and a miserable death, while his shameless betrayal was celebrated as a noble romance? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day he came to the tower to collect me. Looking at his perfectly crafted mask of guilt and tenderness, I sneered and completely avoided his outstretched hand. "Get your three thousand gold coins ready, Collin. Our engagement is over."”