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“What? You’re in Coraland? What for?” Allen was visibly shocked.

Eason’s expression darkened, “Didn’t you say that girl looks like my mother? I want to meet her!”

Allen looked surprised, “Didn’t you say not to compare any random person with your mother?”

Eason, annoyed and slightly embarrassed, retorted, “Shut up. I’m just warning you. She’s married, so don’t do anything rash!”

Even if there was to be any rash action, it would have to wait until he confirmed Susan’s identity.

Allen paused, realizing, “Are you suspecting she might be your lost sister?”

Eason pursed his lips, “I have to check.”

Allen couldn’t help but say, “I think you shouldn’t get your hopes up. People look alike, and over the years, how many have you found? Each time full of hope, only to return disappointed.”

Eason’s face turned grim, “Enough talk. Until I confirm her identity, you’d better not do anything.”

“Alright, alright,” Allen agreed.

After hanging up, Allen blinked.

Alright?

Not likely!

He had always been fond of exotic Eastern beauties.

He had been upset for days when he found out the girl in the photograph was Eason’s mother.

Now that he had finally found someone he liked, how could he just give up?

Allen cheerfully started planning how to approach the beauty.

To be able to have a relationship with the Nicholas family, Allen’s background was naturally not simple.

Allen, coming from a prestigious noble family in Ethopia, had connections with the Nicholas family due to a past consideration of marriage alliance.

Unfortunately, he and Selina didn’t hit it off, and the marriage idea was abandoned. However, the friendship between their families continued.

With a serious expression, Allen took out paper and pen and wrote down Ben’s name, followed by a firm cross.

Although Ben was wealthier, Allen prided himself on his noble demeanor.

He decided that he would show off his nobility and crush Ben in an instant.

The next day.

Ben received a mission from the government.

Prince Allen of Ethopia, the fifth in line to the throne, was visiting Coraland. His only request was to visit Storm Group, a leader in electronic technology.

The government hoped Ben would host Allen.

Ben had maintained a good relationship with the government all these years. He had no reason to refuse such a request, so he agreed.

That afternoon.

Allen arrived, exuding a flamboyant aura.

Ben greeted him in the meeting room. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Upon entering, Allen scrutinized Ben with a hostile glare.

Ben, puzzled by this, furrowed his brow in confusion.

Allen initially examined Ben critically.

However, after a while, he felt a sudden urge to howl in frustration.

What?

How could Ben be so handsome?

Even in a simple suit, Ben seemed effortlessly superior.

Allen had seen Ben’s photos online but had assumed they were enhanced, as Coraland was notorious for its Photoshop wizardry.

It was surprising to find that Ben’s appearance was genuine.

Feeling a bit despondent, Allen nevertheless restrained himself.

After all, a man shouldn’t judge by looks alone.

He still held onto hope.

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Allen believed he could conquer Susan with his elegant demeanor and fiery passion.

“Prince Allen? Have you seen enough?” Ben asked casually, raising an eyebrow,

Allen, having composed himself and filled with determination, replied, “I have. Mr. Londor, you are indeed Imposing. However, as I understand, the wealth of the Landor family started with you. It’s not far–fetched to call it a nouveau riche family. In terms of family heritage and lineage, you’re far behind me.”

Ben looked at Allen expressionlessly, wondering if the prince was out of his mind.

What was this?

A declaration of war?

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Ben was not one to suffer insults, even on a diplomatic mission.

He replied with a veneer of politeness, “Is that so? Regarding family heritage and lineage, I indeed cannot compare to noble families like yours.”

Allen, thinking Ben was conceding, perked up.

But Ben continued, “After all, the capabilities I can boast of are far too numerous. Unlike some who have nothing but history and tradition to flaunt.”

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Ben’s words took a roundabout path to deliver the punch.

Allen, initially confused, finally caught the sarcasm and retorted angrily, “Don’t take advantage of my limited Zathinese. You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

Ben was speechless.

Feeling disinterested in arguing with someone he perceived as foolish, he decided to expedite the tour and get rid of his guest.

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Allen, snapping out of his daze, eagerly agreed, “Yes, I want to tour your company. Especially, I want to see who developed the artificial intelligence.”

Ben didn’t suspect anything and casually agreed.

Susan was now leading a separate Al department, and if Allen wanted to visit, so be it.

He wouldn’t get close to the core anyway.

Ben led him to the Al department.

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Allen looked around, more like searching for someone than touring.

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Ben frowned slightly and said, “Prince Allen, this gentleman here is the deputy director of the department. If you have any questions, feel free to ask him.”

“Prince Allen, I’ll show you around next.” A young man chuckled.

Allen immediately looked at him disdainfully.

He was not interested in men.

He wanted to see his Eastern beauty!

Eastern beauty!

Coughing deliberately, Allen asserted, “Mr. Landor, just a deputy director? As the future heir of Ethopia, shouldn’t I be received by the director herself?”

He had done his homework.

Susan was the director of this department.

In Allen’s view, Ben didn’t know how to cherish and pamper such a beauty.

How could he let such a stunning woman work instead of keeping her comfortably at home?

Was this really something one should do?

If it were up to him, he would ensure Susan spent her days leisurely, sipping coffee and shopping, totally relaxed.

Ben glanced at Allen, The future heir of Ethopia? Prince Allen, are you implying that those ahead of you in the line of succession will meet their demise before you?”

Allen was startled, “Mr. Landor, I never said that.”

“Oh?” Ben raised an eyebrow, “So, you’re cursing them in secret?”

Allen was at a loss for words.

“Now, have you finished your visit?” Ben asked him.

Allen never did get to see Susan and, with a tinge of regret, said, “Let’s go.”

Ben then emotionlessly escorted him out.

As Allen stepped out, downhearted, suddenly, a slightly surprised voice rang out.

“Ben?”

That voice…

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Allen quickly looked up, and there she was, the Eastern beauty he had been longing for.

His face broke into a grin, “Ms. Miller, we meet again.”