The Blond Male Lead is Too Much - Chapter 116



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For now, if I defeat Robben, Janis’s forced marriage will be cancelled.

But as soon as the house passes to me, both Gwen and her daughter will lose their titles and be reduced to semi-nobles.

Do you think those who have spent their whole lives just playing around will ever know how to make money?

How can I pay off all that debt?

To be blunt, the point that Janice’s marriage must be used will remain unchanged.

“Those two people will be very unhappy anyway. They will fall into the abyss even if I don’t do anything about it.”

He muttered coldly, then realized he was doing that and made an awkward expression.

“Anyway, she’s my stepmother and my blood-related younger sister. Do I sound too cold-blooded if I say this?”

“Not at all. Just because we all pretend to be family doesn’t mean we’re really family.”

Fortunately, Carl took my side. I was relieved, having been worried that I might look bad on him.

“That’s right… Those two tormented me terribly. Even if the memories fade, I don’t think the scars will go away.”

Every time he met Gwen and her daughter, his slightly trembling hands and heart were evidence of it.

This was the mark left on Shailene’s body after she had been oppressed by them for nineteen years before I was possessed.

A wound that doesn’t change even if someone else’s soul enters it.

“I know how you feel. But if you kill those monsters, the scars will fade a little. And as new meanings accumulate in your life, they will eventually be hidden and no longer visible.”

Although the knife seemed blunt at first glance, it actually comforted me with its affectionate voice.

My heart fluttered a little because it seemed like he was truly sympathizing with what I was saying, not just simple encouragement.

“How do you know so much?”

“Because I’ve had similar experiences. I lost my biological parents, and had everything taken away by the people who took their place.”

“knife…….”

I sat up from my bed and slowly approached him.

“You, have your memories come back?”

Carl flinched at my question and answered, avoiding eye contact.

“… … That’s not it.”

“then?”

“Listening to your story, I vaguely remembered my childhood.”

“I see.”

I didn’t dig any further into the plausible excuses, because I didn’t want to let the knife go for nothing.

I wanted to stay with him as long as I could until the end, and then leave. I think he would want that too.

We each lay down in our respective beds without saying a word. We closed our eyes, feeling the presence of Karl lying not far from our beds.

The more I shared with him, the more the inexplicable throbbing in my heart grew.

I fell asleep, a little scared, but paradoxically, feeling relieved that the knife was by my side.

During the week I worked at the top of Robben, I did nothing but quietly manage the warehouse.

At first, people who were interested because we were new gradually became accustomed to our presence and lost interest.

It was at that exact moment that they began to move in earnest.

“I’m thinking of sneaking into the boss’s office at lunchtime. You keep tabs, Carl.”

“i get it.”

When the time came, we left the crowd of people moving about busily to eat and headed secretly to the office.

While Carl was guarding the hallway, I went into the room alone.

‘There aren’t many things that could be weaknesses at the top. It’s definitely embezzlement, illegal transactions, and the smuggling of prohibited items.’

So there was only one thing I had to find: the ledger at the top of Robben.

In addition to what the upper house owner, Viscount Robben, managed, there must have been secret ledgers kept by the vice-chairman in charge of the actual work.

I carefully looked inside every nook and cranny to make sure it didn’t show that I was lost.

But in the office of the wounded chief, there wasn’t even a single locked desk drawer. Everything was just in its place, as if it were right and honest.

‘What if Gwen Sharope was mistaken and Robben’s boss was earning his money honestly?’

I don’t have time to fight honestly by filing a lawsuit.

As I was pacing around the room anxiously, my hand on my forehead, a bookshelf on the wall in front of me suddenly came into view.

‘Does the owner of the wounded group like reading? He has a lot of books.’

As I approached and scanned the book titles, I noticed that the bookshelf was quite disorganized.

There were books on accounting, and even third-rate romance novels that only girls would read.

Even the books were all as clean as new, as if they had never been read.

“This isn’t a real bookshelf… … .”

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I was muttering to myself without realizing it and was hurriedly searching through the bookshelf.

It was not created because they liked books, but rather artificially created to hide something.

After dragging a chair and carefully checking the top shelf, I finally found an untitled book tucked in the middle.

I took it out and checked, and it was a ledger covered in black leather.

‘Found it… …!’

I crouched down on the floor and opened the ledger. As I flipped through the pages, I noticed something strange.

“uh……?”

At that moment, two knocks were heard outside the door.

When someone came, Karl was supposed to knock on the door twice to signal.

First, I put the books back in their place, put the chair back in its original place, and then left the office of the injured party leader.

“let’s go.”

“huh.”

It was when I was leaving the hallway with the office with the knife.

“What are you guys doing there?”

I heard the voice of the wounded leader behind me. I quickly linked arms with Carl and turned around.

“Hello, I was talking to my husband and before I knew it, I had walked all the way here.”

“Don’t you know that regular employees aren’t allowed to come up to this floor?”

The owner of the wounded group coldly shot back with a stern face. Then, the sword that was holding my hand bowed its head respectfully.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“… I’ll let you off just this once. Get out of here.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Thanks to the knife, I was able to escape from the injured party leader and go down to the fish warehouse.

We worked, enduring the smell of blood, and whispered to each other.

“So, did you find anything?”

“Yeah. I found the hidden ledger and there was something strange. Since we started working, 100 crates of fish have been coming in every day, but the ledger says 120.”

“Suspicious.”

“Not only that, but oranges were imported irregularly from certain trading partners. The quantity was not even consistent.”

There was a separate top for these fruits and grains.

There was no reason for Robben to specifically target oranges and trade them in such an abnormal way.

Karl, who had been thinking carefully after hearing what I said, suddenly spoke.

“I saw some smuggling.”

“Is it because the actual transaction figures and ledgers are inconsistent due to the smuggling of goods, and strange records are discovered?”

“I guess.”

This time, I was lost in thought at Carl’s answer. I spoke while diligently stacking the fish boxes in the warehouse.

“It said in the ledger that oranges were coming in today.”

“Then smuggled goods will come in.”

“I have to see for myself whether that is true or not.”

That way, we can accurately raise suspicions of smuggling to the Robben family.

That night.

In the wee hours of the morning, when most people were asleep, we snuck onto the upper deck of the Robben barque.

How long had he been waiting quietly, hiding behind boxes piled on the deck?

A few staff members and the wounded leader appeared, holding candles, through the darkness.

Even the owner of the wounded group was holding the ledger he had seen during the day.

Soon after, a suspicious ship docked next to Robben’s ship, and several men came up onto the deck.

“Are you prepared with everything?”

“What are you talking about? You brought plenty of the red diamonds that Viscount Robben wanted?”

As the man nodded, answering the question of the injured party leader, the people standing behind him started carrying boxes from the other ship to this one.

He opened one of them and showed it to the wounded man, and found it filled with all sorts of jewels and precious metals.

‘This makes it clear that the Robben Group is smuggling.’

I exchanged glances with them and held my breath until they left.

The man who had moved all the smuggled goods exchanged greetings with the injured gang leader and appeared to be leaving.

“Wait a minute, doesn’t it smell fishy somewhere?”

The man stopped walking and looked straight at us, frowning.

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