Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 41 The Collapse of a Simp

The scene was completely silent!

Normally, if Duke Fiano were to be stared at like this, he would proudly spread his peacock tail, his chin slightly raised, his expression arrogant and smug.

But now?

He had only one thought in his mind—I'm not sick, I'm not sick, I'm really not sick!

He wanted to shout, but the sound was stuck in his throat; he wanted to get angry, but he realized that if he did, he would become a clown.

They became a laughing stock of the entire upper class, not just in Genoa, but even in Rome.

Yes, it was him. He was trying to provoke me.

Damn it, this guy... I underestimated him!

With this thought in mind, Fiano took a deep breath, and once again revealed an arrogant and conceited smile on his face.

"Thank you, but I don't think I need your help."

Liu Yide laughed and said:

"Maybe, who knows?"

You know, you know! I didn't!

In an instant, the smile on Duke Fiano's face became more like a grimace. He even regretted it—why did he have to attend this banquet?

Since we're already here, let's get to it.

Why bother arguing with this guy? Is it even worth it?

I am a noble duke, what is he?!

I want to...

Suddenly, at that moment, someone said:

"Mrs. Asolo has arrived."

All eyes in the hall turned to the entrance. Monica stood in the porch, her wine-red dress shimmering under the lights like a flame.

From top to bottom are extremely graceful curves, and her slender waist looks as if it might break at any moment, outlining the hourglass figure in a breathtaking way.

Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her skin appear even whiter. Her appearance was like a ray of moonlight falling upon this bustling banquet.

The banquet hall fell silent instantly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Some people forgot to talk, some forgot to raise their glasses, and some dropped their knives and forks.

His burning gaze was fixed on her, his eyes filled with infatuation, amazement, and longing.

The group of wealthy ladies and socialites looked on with a mixture of surprise, envy, and bitter jealousy.

Even the waiter who was pouring the wine froze in place, letting the wine spill out of his glass.

Monica seemed to be used to this; her lips twitched slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

Whispers arose.

"Mrs. Asolo is here too?"

"She's been staying in Genoa recently..."

"It's truly remarkable that the mayor was able to invite his wife!"

"Shhh-keep it down."

Nina, standing next to Monica, wore a rose-colored long dress with a low neckline that accentuated her figure.

Feeling the gazes of everyone, he spoke.

"Alas, in Rome, you are the enemy of women. In Genoa..."

Nina suddenly stopped talking.

"Huh, an Asian... Is that Louis?"

Her voice was filled with barely suppressed surprise.

"The amazing Louis is here too! He's much more handsome than I imagined! No wonder you fell for him."

"I've said before that I'm just his investor."

Monica followed her gaze and saw Liu Yide, who was half a head taller than most people at the banquet, standing out and surrounded by a group of noblewomen.

This scene—

Monica frowned slightly; this guy was quite the social butterfly.

"Okay, so your relationship is simply one of investment—"

Suddenly, Nina exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? What's Fiano doing here too?"

As for Fiano... who cares?

Piero and his wife had already rushed forward to greet her, nervously and excitedly expressing their welcome and feeling honored by her arrival. Their hospitality far exceeded that shown to any other guest.

"Duchess, your presence is truly the greatest surprise of the day..."

Before Piero could finish speaking, Fiano excitedly exclaimed:

"Monica, you've come!"

At this moment, all the dissatisfaction on Duke Fiano's face disappeared. Looking at Monica walking towards him like moonlight, he had only one thought in his mind—did she come here for this reason?

Could it be that she came all the way to Genoa because she heard about it, and that's why she came to attend such a low-class banquet?

My God, she was finally moved by my sincerity!

At this moment, neither rumors nor moments of solitude matter.

After all, a simp can always feel a sense of self-pity.

As Duke Fiano stood before Monica, his eyes fixed on her, his burning gaze filled with undisguised longing.

"Did you come here because of me, Monica?"

Duke Fiano's words made Monica frown and say something.

"Your Grace, I've come to offer my congratulations to the Mayor's wife. Happy birthday, Madam! I've prepared a small gift for you..."

She then presented the mayor's wife with the gift she had prepared in advance, which immediately excited Piero, who had been interrupted:

"Madam, you are too kind."

The mayor's wife quickly expressed her gratitude, invited her into the banquet hall, personally accompanied her, and introduced her to some local socialites.

Although Fiano was not invited, he was completely oblivious to the awkwardness and simply followed along.

He would seize any opportunity to chime in during the pauses between Monica's conversations with others.

"Monica, I came here specifically because I heard you were in Genoa."

"Oh, thank you."

Holding a cocktail glass, Monica maintained her smile. Didn't Fiano have any sense of propriety at all?

Did he not realize there was a reason I attended the banquet?

Otherwise, why would I be here?

However, she had to maintain her composure, inwardly cursing the guy for his lack of tact. She forced a smile while doing so.

Nina, who had been chatting with a few friends, immediately came over when she saw this. Taking the opportunity to link arms with Monica, she separated her from the Duke and smiled.

"Hello, Duke, we meet again!"

Her alluring smile startled Fiano, who quickly replied:

"Hello, Mrs. Lavita, you are as beautiful as ever."

Finally, Monica, having caught her breath, took a small sip of her drink, while Nina turned her gaze to Liu Yide, who was still surrounded by several wealthy women not far away, and said:

"By the way, Duke, I heard you came to Genoa specifically for Louis?... "

What seemed like a casual question immediately made Fiano bristle, and he quickly explained:

"No, no, Nina, that's just nonsense. How could I possibly be doing this for him? Monica, you have to believe me."

His intense reaction even puzzled Monica.

"I'm not sick."

"I know,"

Nina nodded.

"It's really nothing serious, and it can still be treated. By the way, Liu Yide is here. I heard you two had a great chat earlier. When are you going to the clinic?"

"I won't go to the clinic, madam!"

Damn it, she doesn't believe me!

"Monica! Listen to me..."

Duke Fiano was about to continue his explanation when he felt the gazes and whispers around him.

Nina had already followed Monica to the other side, and Duke Fiano, who was standing there, wanted to follow and explain, but seemed a little hesitant.

Finally, Monica, having gotten rid of that guy, breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Thank you, Nina."

Upon realizing the situation, her gaze involuntarily shifted to another direction; Liu Yide had already emerged from the group of women who wanted to eat people.

He walked this way.