The Next Prince, Chapter 32 pg6
The Next Prince, Chapter 32 pg6
“This isn't just selling toys. You can't be defeated, Ramil. The future of our lineage is in your hands!” Acting as if he didn't feel anything, Rachata slammed his hand on the table, venting his anger. His serious tone and intimidating posture clearly displayed his frustration, but it couldn't affect or intimidate Ramil in any way.
Conversely, the royal young man thought that he needed to do something at least to remind his own father before the other party would realize more.
“Father, I understand that winning is everything, but I don't understand why you want to win so much that you can't see what's right!” It's not just Rachata who is in a state of anger. Ramil is no different, and the surrounding atmosphere becomes even more tense. It seems that no one is willing to yield during the argument.
“Does being right make you victorious? Can you use your cleverness to play by the rules and fight against it?” Rachata's eyes sparkled, and there was only a sarcastic laugh in his voice, indicating his disbelief.
“...” Ramil turned his face and avoided direct eye contact with a person of high stature.
“Why do you look at me like that?”
“Father, I never thought that you would think like this.”
“You...”
“When you asked me if I could do it. I believe that I can! And even if I fail then I will have have failed because of my own abilities. This competition is meant to find leaders, not cheaters.”
“...”
“And what will happen next if the leader has been cheating from the beginning? Will there be any pride in victory achieved by deceiving others? I beg you... don't make me lose faith in you, father anymore than this.” A hurtful sentence stabbed into Rachata's face.
The highest leader of the Puchongpisut clan, with a congested mind, how can he argue further? But the following statement about the son has left him speechless.
Ramil has never spoken so harshly to his father before. Although it's not an explicit insult, it hurts just as much as being splashed with icy water, leaving Rachata dazed.
“...”
“I will still respect you, father, but the money must be converted into legal currency and comply with the rules. I hope you understands, father.”
…
The humidity in the air lingers lightly. Everyone has been invited to meet again at the Royal Palace this week.
Itti, Mira, Jae, and even Khanin have been engaging in conversations and breaking down walls between them enough in the training room this morning, so the atmosphere is not as tense as their initial meeting.
“I heard the news that Young Prince Ramil has indeed bought athletes in the club.” It was Mira who spoke using ordinary language according to the agreement between Young Prince Khanin and the team.
With a raised eyebrow, the independent detective seemed to be waiting for this moment. As soon as the bartender brought up the topic, he quickly handed over an iPad with the news of a sports figure being mentioned for Khanin to consider immediately.
“Now, there is a huge uproar in society, saying that there are no good people left if they are being manipulated like this...” This statement has led to different reactions from each listener.
Chakri stands without any tension on his face. Charan embraces himself, lost in thought. As for Khanin, he sits and smiles lightly, quickly sweeping his gaze to read through the news, briefly, until the end.
“It goes according to the plan... it's fortunate that Prince Kalavin contacted us to be a sponsor for our team.” The royal prince speaks with a hint of irony. Khanin knows that things are as easy as they seem, partly because of his good timing and luck.
Even now, there is still a question in their minds about why Prince from a different country readily agreed to be a sponsor for the Atsawathewathinteam. On the outside, it may seem that the team members are unable to fight against others if looked at from an outsider's perspective, but well, at least it's considered better news than bad news.
“It's a good thing, but a little strange.” Itti comments after dealing with the burnt orange tea in front of him.
“Perhaps it's because Atsawathewathin has a connection to the royal family, or there may be other personal reasons.”
“Butler, will Prince Kalavin be coming here today?”
“Indeed, Your Highness. Prince Kalavin's entourage has informed that his majesty wishes to meet and get to know everyone in the team, as well as observe the team's training, Your Highness.”
“He can come for introductions, no problem, but it's better to inform in advance that we are not available for training. I don't want outsiders to know too much. Also...currently, our team is not yet complete, tell him that I need some time.” The ending sentence with Khanin's concerned tone makes Chakri promptly pause and receive the order, the butler bowing slightly and going to fulfill his duties, allowing others in the team to have time for consultation. “True, we have four members, only one is missing... Did anyone have someone in mind to add or not?”
Itti's question causes Khanin to ponder heavily. He inwardly knows well who he wants.
Charan is that person...
But because I don't want to force anyone's feelings, I can only sneak glimpses of people older than me, disguising it with fleeting glances. And there might be people who are being observed without their knowledge.
“...” Charan's left chest muscle felt tender and sore. The thought of not wanting to make my own life more complicated than this is starting to shake me. Thoughts about this have been lingering in the young man's mind for several days now, just waiting for a good opportunity to talk to Khanin.
They talked and consulted about the last member of the team for quite some time. The chubby butler, who had disappeared for almost half an hour, returned along with a report that caused Khanin and the others in the team to unintentionally hold their breath.
“Prince Kalavin has arrived, Your Highness. He is currently waiting in the reception room.”
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