His Highness' Secret Accountant Chapter 200

A groan came out of Orhan's mouth, who was frowning.

“I'm kidding. I just meant that you should take a break. I heard you couldn't even rest properly while you were in the palace.”

Ayla kept her mouth shut as Orhan hit her weak spot with his words, not knowing what to answer.

Ding-dong.

Just in time, the bell sound made their gazes naturally turn towards the door.

Orhan, recognizing the situation, hurriedly tightened the necktie he had loosened.

“I will buy some time. Get ready and come slowly.”

“Will I… be able to do it?”

“Of course. You will be fine.”

Orhan's eyes were sorrowful as he looked at Ayla, who was frozen with anxiousness.

Orhan smiled lightly and quickly walked towards the front door.

“That's because it's not worth that price.”

“I have offered you a good enough price. No more.”

“This young bachelor is being inflexible. This is not an ordinary painting! Call the leader. I will talk to them myself. I can't communicate with you.”

The voice of the noblewoman in a fancy dress rose higher and higher.

The high-pitched voice did not seem to get tired even though some time had passed.

As a result, Orhan felt his patience reaching its limit.

He was looking forward to it, as it was the first customer to visit the Rumba community.

What kind of great items would they bring, what kind of rare things would he see.

However, were those expectations too high?

The painting brought by the woman seemed of no value at all.

The aristocratic woman who offered the painting went rampant at the absurd price she was presented.

Wondering where on earth she had found something so bad, a sigh came out of Orhan's mouth.

Click.

As the closed door opened and made a heavy sound, Orhan closed his eyes and frowned.

Since his master was kind, there was a high probability that she would buy this ugly painting according to the wishes of the aristocratic woman.

It would be better if she hadn't come.

He was troubled, wondering how to overcome this difficulty.

“It's noisy.”

As he was organizing his thoughts with his eyes closed, he heard Ayla's unusually cold and firm voice.

His master's appearance, after getting all dressed up, was reminiscent of an aggressive cat.

The heavy eye makeup, red lips, and richly curled-up eyelashes were flawless.

The rose-patterned lace that covered her whole dress and wrapped around her neck wasn't boring, and Helena's white skin, subtly revealed beneath it, was extremely captivating.

A feeling of intense pressure.

Orhan felt suffocated at her appearance, exuding an aura like someone who wouldn't dare be approached.

The noblewoman, who felt Helena's cold gaze, was slowly losing her strength.

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“You're here, Madam Helena.”

“So, what is going on? It's been noisy since a while ago.”

At her cynical words, Orhan's lips rose softly.

Grabbing a seat with a haughty step, Helena's gaze slowly turned to the noblewoman.

With a slightly raised chin and an expression in her eyes as if she were looking at something dirty, Helena's appearance was arrogant.

“Are you the leader of this place?”

“That's correct.”

“I came here because I have a good painting. I heard that you give good prices, so I came, but since you have absolutely no eye for paintings… I guess I raised my voice a little.”

The aristocratic woman, acting relaxed as she pleased as if she would not lose, was pathetic.

A smirk appeared on Helena's lips, who was flicking her fingers with her eyelashes lowered.

“Bring it to me.”

At her monotonous words, Orhan brought the frame he was holding.

Helena, who started carefully examining it from the bottom, gave a small snort and gestured as if to put it away.

“So… How much do you want, lady?”

“As much as possible. That's why I came here.”

“Ah, as much as possible. So, you want a lot? In this condition?”

Helena's behavior, speaking exaggeratedly with raised eyebrows, was detestable.

Recognizing her intentions, the noblewoman started shaking slightly.

“Orhan. Bring me the bag of gold coins.”

Orhan tilted his head at her hard-to-understand behavior and left through the door.

A look of bewilderment was evident on Orhan's face, as he brought the thick bag of gold coins.

The aristocratic woman who had been there just a moment ago was nowhere to be found.

“Where did that lady go?”

Ayla, who was sprawled over the table, slowly raised her body at the sound of Orhan's voice.

“I kicked her out.”

“Pfft.”

Orhan burst into laughter at her unexpected words.

Struggling to stop his twitching lips, Orhan asked.

“How?”

Ayla, who pursed her lips and hesitated, recalled what had happened a while ago.

'Where did you get this painting? The color and composition are so…'

'It's very beautiful. This is a precious piece of art that I bought with a large sum of money at the auction held in Arin Square.'

'Is that so? You didn't paint it yourself?'

'M-Me?'

'The lines are rough, and the colors are murky. The dog we raise at the community would do better than this… And you even paid a lot of money for this. Oh my.'

Chapter end