"Go."
Captian stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow beneath the lights. Seeing him stand, I also hurried to stand up, but the moment I heard something about a private room at Le Miroir Bleu, I froze, were we going to that America-style restaurant to eat?
Actually… I was hungry.
As we walked outside, I realized the America restaurant Le Miroir Bleu was right across from the auction venue. Many nobles who had reserved tables earlier were already heading straight there. Watching such a ceremonious scene just for dinner, the corner of my mouth twitched; apparently even eating a meal couldn't be peaceful.
We entered private room 204. Hunter leaned close to Captian and whispered, "Sir, that person is inside."
Following Captian in, I saw two people in the room, a man and a woman, both around thirty-five. The man had an air of integrity; the woman a gentle, warm smile, carrying an indescribable grace.
And what was even stranger, they were familiar.
Weren't these the Opius couple who had gifted me a plaque not long ago?
The ones Captian had spoken of a month ago… were them?
Thoughts spun wildly in my head, and the odd atmosphere in the room made it even more suffocating.
Opius stood first, shaking hands with Captian. "Mr. Anderson."
His whole being radiated righteous energy, but a cold gleam flashed in his eyes the moment he saw Captian.
No matter what, he clearly disliked this dangerous man, this walking aura of killing intent.
"Mr. Robbery." Captian's deep, hoarse voice carried danger.
Mrs. Opius didn't stand up; she only nodded lightly at Captian, but her eyes also held wariness toward him. Yet that same caution dissolved instantly when she looked at me.
Her lips curved upward in delight as her eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
"Doctor Bailey, why are you here?"
Opius turned, the coldness in his gaze replaced by joy that filled his eyes.
"Doctor Bailey, I didn't expect to meet you here. Thanks to you, the child in my wife's belly is perfectly healthy!"
In an instant, I became the center of attention. The terrifying "Demon King" Captian was forgotten. I touched my nose and smiled awkwardly.
"I'm here to eat… eating with Mr. Anderson."
Hearing that, the couple froze. They clearly didn't expect someone like me, a doctor they revered to know Captian at all. After all, the two of us seemed to come from entirely different worlds.
Suddenly, Captian took my hand, and the Blood-Pigeon ring on my finger flashed brilliantly.
"My wife. Rosy."
I hadn't expected him to say that. My face burned instantly, red like a small apple.
The Opius couple were stunned yet again, I was the young wife of Captian?
That scandalous Facebook story… the girl rumored to depend on power and beauty…
turned out to be Doctor Bailey.
The idea of me "clinging to the wealthy" instantly collapsed.
While the two women chatted, the two men sat and began discussing business.
Captian and Opius sat opposite each other, one dangerous, cruel, and unpredictable; the other upright and proper—their contrast almost shocking.
Captian stared at Opius without speaking. Opius tried to withstand the gaze but eventually gave in; Captian looked more terrifying than any enemy on the battlefield.
Opius finally spoke, his tone noticeably weaker.
"I know why Mr. Anderson sought me out. You've always wanted our farmland in the countryside, so you spent whatever it took to win the Demeter statue I wanted.
Mr. Anderson, are you planning to use the Demeter to coerce me into obedience?"
Captian tapped the table, his voice icy.
"Not coercion. A transaction."
Opius laughed softly, clearly not seeing it as a transaction at all.
Hearing this, I instinctively glanced toward them. So… the one bidding against Captian earlier was Opius. And the land Captian mentioned also belonged to him.
It seemed tonight's dinner would not be pleasant.
"What is your answer?" Captian's deep gaze sharpened.
Opius gave a light laugh, displeased by Captian's strong-arm tactics.
"Mr. Anderson, you should know, this land has been in my family for generations. It's meant to shelter our descendants. I've said before that I will never sell it.
As for the Demeter I wanted three months ago, it was only because I hoped it might bless us with a child.
But…"
He paused.
"Even without the Demeter, my wife is already pregnant. Doctor Bailey is our true bringer of fortune.
Now to me, Demeter is unnecessary."
Captian's brow twitched; a chill spread instantly. I shrank my shoulders, had I ruined Captian's plan?
Seeing his shadowed expression, Opius suddenly smiled warmly.
"If Doctor Bailey is the bringer of fortune to the Robbery family, then I shall gift her the land. It must be fate's arrangement."
My eyes widened. Gift me land? Rounding up, that meant gifting it to Captian too?
But Opius was truly brave daring to ignore Captian's methods so openly.
No wonder he was a soldier.
Captian frowned, then unexpectedly paused. No one knew what he was thinking.
He turned his head toward Hunter outside the door, signaling him to bring the Demeter in.
Hunter entered carrying the statue, his hands trembling. He had clearly heard everything from outside, my medical skills, even convincing a stubborn man like Opius, and now receiving land as a gift.
Hunter placed the Demeter in front of Opius as instructed. He then raised his eyes in confusion toward Captian.
"A return gift," Captian said softly, expressionless.
He had gifted my land, so Captian would return the gesture with the Demeter.
What had begun as a tense battle of wits had suddenly turned into an exchange of lavish gifts, an unexpected turn.
Opius accepted the Demeter without pretension.
"Mr. Anderson, this land is my gift to Doctor Bailey. Whatever she chooses to do with it afterward is her decision. I will not interfere."