“Oh,” Ilso seemed neither pleased nor grateful for his escape.
The youth felt frustrated by being looked down upon. He had wanted the other party to speak first so he could lead the conversation, but unexpectedly, the other was so arrogant. Helplessly, he had to follow the situation: “Are you alright?”
“Do you think anything could happen to me?”
“Then I’m relieved. The situation just now was truly worrying, fortunately…”
Dangerous Encounter
“Although your actions were entirely unnecessary, as a reward for your courage, you may name your price,” Ilso removed his soiled gloves and casually threw them into a roadside trash bin, his tone polite yet cold.
The proud aristocrat was truly uncomfortable, the youth thought, humbly saying: “I think we could sit down and talk, if you wish to repay me.”
A hint of mockery appeared in Ilso’s eyes: “Even if you are a plebeian, you’d better watch your words and language.”
Only those living in the wild slums would emit such wild sensibility and vivid earthen scent. The youth before him, though dressed cleanly and looking proud, could not hide his innate wildness.
Privileged top-tier aristocrats were always exceptionally sensitive to those who survived on their own.
They are commoners, not plebeians! The youth pursed his lips, suppressing his anger, not responding immediately.
Ilso pulled out a card from his body: “The money here, you can withdraw as much as you want within a month. In any case, your surprising performance will be more than adequately rewarded.”
“Oh, aren’t you making it difficult for me? Someone of my low status possessing such a thing would likely invite trouble.”
“Do not question anything I say.” Ilso elegantly tossed the card to the youth and turned to leave.
The youth bit his lip, staring at his retreating back, motionless for a long time.
Ilso’s arrogance made the youth gnash his teeth, but he could not deny that this guy was suited to the “proud” posture; otherwise, it would truly diminish his exquisite beauty and dishonor the “Song” surname.
Dichi’s “hero saves beauty” play was obviously a failure, even ridiculous.
Ilso’s gaze, as if seeing through the “plebeian’s” schemes, deeply hurt her strong self-esteem. To approach Ilso, she had spent all her money, only to receive such charity—who would say this wasn’t charity?
