The Next Prince, Chapter 37 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 37 pg2
My-Lord? The middle-aged butler who has taken care of him since he was young, couldn't hide his embarrassment, his handsome face turning slightly red. Narong was confident that his eyes were still sharp, despite his advanced age. Although he was very old, his eyes were still good.
[I want to kiss your cheek right now, what should I do?] The Young Prince's words made Narong feel even more embarrassed, but this time the middle-aged butler saw his young lord blush for once. He then reached out and picked up his phone, holding it in his hand.
“Oh... then come and give me a kiss. Will you come to find me this afternoon?” The person spoke with a smile, a mist of longing clouded for a moment, as if a glimpse of his identity had been revealed, only to dissipate in the sweetness of the Young Prince's words.
Thinking about it, the middle-aged butler couldn't help but suppress his smile. Young Prince Khanin has transformed his usually indifferent Lord Charan into this state. It must be the power of love.
Narong chuckled lightly, his trembling hand sought refuge in his tight, brown suit pocket, sometimes the order of importance might not be so necessary. If at this moment the person he had entrusted his good hopes to could find happiness with the one he loved.
Narong would stand quietly in this corner and wait.
[I'm waiting for Chakri to inform me of my father's schedule. If my father is free, I will ask to study art. Um... earlier, I said I wanted to kiss Charan Phitakthewa right now, not this afternoon.] The voice from the other end started off smooth, before becoming slightly sharper, sounding enchanting at the end.
“Hmm? So, how should I help with that?”
[Just do it as usual when Charan Phitakthewa sends me to bed, bring the phone close to your cheek.] As the person on the other end gave instructions, Narong's Lord immediately followed.
“Close enough.” The sound faintly whispered like a murmur at first, before becoming slightly sharper. Charan nestled the phone against his own cheek, and at that moment, Narong endured the overwhelming sweetness that connected them both, and seized the opportunity when the two were kissing to sneak away.
Now Narong was debating... should he withdraw and come back later once his Lord had finished talking? It might be better than standing here, waiting like this.
[And also on the other side.] The handsome face smiled widely, Charan Phitakthewa stubbornly brought the phone to his other cheek, and at that moment, Narong couldn't resist the sweetness that connected them both, so he took the chance while they were kissing to sneak away.
[Of course! You were about to kiss just now... Ah... Khun Narong, hello.]
But just as he was about to sneak away quietly, as soon as the person on the other end greeted him, the owner of the room turned abruptly to look at him, causing Narong to avert his gaze from his lord's questioning eyes, resuming his composed and serene posture, before apologizing in unison with the person on the other end.
“Uh... I apologize for intruding.”
“Oh... it's alright. Is there something important?”
“There is.” The butler replied, as he shuffled the paper in his hand, and just that, the leader of the Phitakthewa family knew immediately that something was amiss. Something that Narong held must have been so important that the trusted butler had to hurry into his room.
Following the order to enter and leave Charan's bedroom if something important or urgent happened, Narong could enter without knocking. So if the door was unlocked, it was an order from the young lord himself, and the loyal butler would fulfill that duty without fail.
As previously instructed, if there was anything important or urgent, Narong could enter Charan's bedroom. If the door wasn't locked, it meant it was an order from him. The loyal butler fulfilled this duty flawlessly every time.
[Ah... In that case, you'll talk to Khun Narong first, and then I will talk to Chakri. Let's text each other if there's any progress.] he said, seeming annoyed. Khanin would notice, as the young man paused and glanced at the butler standing nearby, giving him a subtle wink as he usually did when he wanted to convey that everything was fine.
“Very well... Please go ahead and talk to him.” Charan sighed. Although he was disappointed to have to stop the conversation at this point, there were more important matters to attend to.
After Khanin hung up the call, he took a moment to gather himself before turning his chair towards the person standing in front of him, clasping his hands together. His piercing gaze shifted towards the familiar butler, waiting for the other party's report.
“A letter has arrived for you, My Lord.” he said, handing over an unsealed brown envelope. “I didn't dare to read it as it might contain important information. I thought it would be best to give it to you to read.” The envelope's brown color suggested that its contents might be more unsettling than Narong could handle.
As usual, Charan would often allow his own butler to handle everything, so Narong had the right to read the letter freely since it was necessary to deal with various household matters on Charan's behalf, just like him.
But this time, Narong hesitated and said he wasn't brave enough to read it.
“You may leave. If anything comes up, I will call for you again.” Charan dismissed him immediately.
Narong walked out of the room as soon as he received the order.
Once the door closed, Charan picked up the problematic letter from the brown envelope and began reading. His eyes scanned the plain font that could be found commonly in Emmaly, and at first, it seemed to contain nothing but curse words and insults, with words crowded and almost illegible.
However, as he read further into the middle of the text, the true importance of its content was revealed, hidden amidst the vile curses. It was something far more sinister.
‘The wealth of Atsawathewathin does not come solely from words but because of the current Sovereign King engaging in vile practices, using his trusted individuals to deceive and manipulate others, diverting highquality goods for personal gain. Dhipabawon takes the goods to sell in other cities, leaving others who are not of the current royal lineage aware of the deception. It wouldn't be surprising if people were to say that this family is nothing more than a pack of scheming dogs.’
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