Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Cocktail Party (Part Two)

Chapter 27: The Cocktail Party (Part 2)

If there was anything capable of utterly derailing a flawless plan, it was the unexpected.

Despite meticulous preparations and even contingency plans for a potential leak, Hugh never imagined that the problem would arise from himself.

The plan had been primarily crafted by Hugh and Harding, and most believed Harding was more likely to run into acquaintances. Therefore, Hugh’s disguise was the most elaborate, and Harding had devised various backup plans just in case. Yet, when the unforeseen truly unfolded, it was not Harding who faltered.

The moment Christine stepped into the venue, all eyes were drawn to her stunning beauty. This enchanting widow, eternally captivating, wherever she went, commanded the attention of countless men. Every gesture, every smile and frown, effortlessly ensnared hearts; even a subtle furrow of her brows, a pause, or a glance could leave men utterly spellbound.

When Christine’s gaze landed on Hugh, there was a fleeting moment of shock and panic. Hugh immediately knew trouble was brewing. Yet, to his surprise, Christine suddenly let out a moan and feigned a twisted ankle.

This act immediately diverted everyone’s attention to the shapely calf she revealed as she lifted her skirt.

“Are you alright, madam?” Count Brooks asked with concern.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious—just a slight twist,” Christine replied with an apologetic smile.

Her eyes covertly flickered back towards Hugh.

Yes, it was him! Christine could never forget that fateful silent night—the young man with a devilish smile who had slain dozens of warriors and ultimately, as if a deity descended, killed the Sixth Rank Master Albrit.

This terrifying figure now stood before her again, here in Royot City.

Hugh met Christine’s gaze, noticing a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. He gently raised his right hand, using his index and middle fingers to perform an elegant slash across his own throat.

Christine’s heart tightened; she understood this was his warning.

Seeing that he had grasped her message, Hugh allowed himself a brief sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was busy greeting Count Brooks, Hugh stepped back a few paces to Harding’s side.

“We have trouble,” he said quietly.

“What is it?” Harding whispered.

“Christine—the woman—she’s recognized me.”

“Damn it!” Harding growled angrily.

Hugh’s voice was cold. “I’ve warned her. For now, she poses no threat to our plan.”

“Deal with her, or cancel the plan immediately.”

“I understand. You take Lilith and leave at once. Wait for my signal... notify everyone to prepare for retreat.”

“And you?”

“Don’t worry. No one can catch Hugh Darnell.” Hugh’s eyes locked on Christine a short distance away. “I need to have a proper conversation with that woman.”

Harding swiftly led Lilith away from the venue. The first step of the plan was complete; there was no reason to linger. As for Christine, her fate rested with Hugh.

Fortunately for Hugh, the countess’s arrival this time brought a quieter presence. He saw none of the familiar faces from the Lanya Theater. Apart from Count Brooks, the hotel manager, and a handful of servants, no one else accompanied her.

Unbeknownst to Hugh, after his departure, the countess had assigned all the ambitious noble youths who had ill intentions toward her an "impossible mission" to dismiss them.

And now, the true target stood before the countess’s eyes.

At this moment, Count Brooks, the imperial procurement officer, was enthusiastically greeting representatives of noble families and merchants alongside Christine.

“Vicount Radur, good day.”

“An honor to meet you, beautiful lady.”

“Mr. Dodge, greetings.”

“On behalf of Dodge Trading House, I extend my warmest regards to the lady.”

As greetings flowed, when Count Brooks and Christine approached Hugh, the Royot City secretary’s deputy, Mr. Bradstreet, introduced them.

“This is the heir of the Darnell family, Cisor Darnell. They’re here planning a major acquisition of alchemical materials. By the way, young Master Darnell himself is an outstanding alchemist.”

The introduction slightly displeased Count Brooks, who merely raised his chin arrogantly at Hugh but said nothing. Unexpectedly, Christine extended her beautiful right hand.

“Cisor Darnell? A pleasure to meet you.”

Hugh immediately stepped forward, gently took Christine’s hand, and kissed it.

“The honor is mine, Lady Christine.”

She withdrew her hand casually and remarked, “You’re an alchemist? I didn’t expect such a young one.”

A young nobleman spoke up at once: “Lady Christine, isn’t there another young alchemist in the empire? I believe you’ve met him before.”

“You mean Hugh Darnell? Yes, I have,” Christine said without a trace of emotion.

This statement immediately drew many eyes.

“You’ve met Hugh Darnell?”

“Yes, several months ago. Oh heavens, it was a bloody night. I witnessed Hugh Darnell kill Master Albrit with my own eyes. A few drops of his blood even splattered on me, staining my favorite dress.” The countess complained. “I hope never to see that man again. No, he’s no man—he’s a devil. Compared to him, young Master Darnell is practically an angel.”

Hugh admired inwardly; Harding was right—women were born actors, their expressions when lying so convincingly real.

Christine’s words put minds at ease among Viscount Radur, Chairman Dodge, Bradstreet, and others. Though the deputy secretary confirmed that Cisor Darnell could not be Hugh Darnell, the terrible reputation still instilled a vague dread toward the young man nearby.

Seizing the moment, Hugh bowed. “Thank you for the compliment, Lady Christine. Might I have the honor of inviting you to dance shortly?”

Christine covered her mouth with a handkerchief and laughed softly. “To dance with such a charming young man would be a delight.”

Dancing at such gatherings was common among the upper echelons.

The reception was essentially a social prelude to the trading conference, facilitating introductions and mutual acquaintance through dance. A woman like Christine would never miss any such event.

But today, she was destined to belong solely to Hugh.

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