Lanci tilted his head slightly as if listening to a faint sound.
It was the noise of her stomach digesting.
"Oh~~ even the sound of your hunger is so delightful."
Lanci perford naturally, he exclaid.
"You... son of a..."
A vein on Talia’s hand trembled slightly; if not for being on stage, she would have long wanted to mount Lanci and handle him.
"What about ?"
The Governor raised his eyebrows, showing great interest.
"Feed ... now"
Talia muttered.
She had no choice now but to obey Lanci and let him tease her.
She thought, both embarrassed and angry.
...
Nistrello City.
The living room of the residence played the evening program.
"Xiu Bao, are you crying?"
Sinola asked in surprise as she touched Hughbelle’s lower eyelids, her fingers returning slightly damp.
She felt that, by human definition, this didn’t seem to be a lodrama.
"I’m not."
Hughbelle took a tissue and covered her eyes, denying it.
On the wide sofa, Antanas, sitting beside Hughbelle, didn’t want to miss a second of the stage play and looked worriedly at her good friend Hughbelle.
Antanas understood everything, but she just loved this; the stage play had a better effect than she had imagined.
The Snow Witch had just heard Antanas’ words and probably understood why Hughbelle was in a bad mood.
"I’m not sure if the girl looks like Talia."
The Snow Witch studied the screen and mumbled to herself.
"Right? I also don’t think she looks much like Tata."
Hughbelle felt much more at ease after hearing the Snow Witch teacher’s agreent.
"But the lead actor does resemble Rocky McCarthy."
The Snow Witch analyzed.
At that, Hughbelle beca silent again.
"Xiu Bao, didn’t we just have an intercontinental call with the Tata from the Poseen Kingdom? She and Lanci were clear as day, weren’t they?"
"And Cat Boss was there too; they never leave the Cat Boss to et alone!"
Antanas and Sinola hurriedly patted Hughbelle’s back.
They all knew that Artemis had no idea that Lanci was Rocky McCarthy from the Northern Continent!
"Right, where’s Pranay?"
Antanas looked up optimistically encouraging Xiu Bao.
Let’s ask Pranay for his opinion; surely he can’t be wrong.
He always saw through everything.
"My brother said he wanted to go out to buy sothing and just left."
Sinola responded, looking towards the door.
"Eh...?"
Antanas’ smile froze.
...
On stage, ti flew by second by second.
The sweets on the dining table were almost swept clean.
"Young lady, I fell in love with you at first sight; may I spend a little more ti with you?"
The Governor, after giving the last piece of dessert, longed for the garden background outside the palace and asked.
Clang, clang, clang.
Like ripples dropped in the pure white Heaven, the chiming of the clock at midnight started to ring along with the ceremonial music.
Cinderella, as if waking from a dream, panicked and pushed away the Governor.
"Your Excellency the Governor, I appreciate your kindness, but I... I have unspeakable troubles and cannot stay long."
Talia quickly replied.
"Don’t go, tell where to find you? You haven’t told your na! Can we et again?"
Lanci attempted to grab her.
But she wanted to run, and Lanci could not stop her; she dodged him and fled down the steps without direction.
I can finally look at the script!
Talia thought excitedly.
She had fulfilled her role.
Next, she could rest backstage for a long ti and read the script.
"Wait!!"
Lanci shouted in panic.
But Talia ran too fast; in the blink of an eye, she vanished at the edge of the stage, even beyond the range they could communicate by thought.
Leaving Lanci standing on stage, stunned, he turned to look at the audience.
"No wonder Cinderella, who has been doing physical chores at ho for a long ti, runs fast."
The audience imdiately began to critique.
"True, she perford the urgency of fleeing in the middle of the night so realistically, it didn’t seem like acting."
"Don’t say the male lead’s dumbfounded look wasn’t well perford, he’s even turning a bit pale."
"Wait, don’t you guys feel like sothing’s missing..."
...
Backstage.
Talia ran back to her resting spot and picked up the script to swiftly flip through it.
The mont she opened the script again, her sense of security returned.
"Governor, have you co for ? I knew it, you would co."
"As I passed by you, with one glance, my heart seed to have drifted far away."
"When you gaze at , you do not know, I have already fallen into danger."
She held the script, reading happily.
On stage, she felt her blood circulation abnormally fast; she was full, and unexpectedly felt refreshed after heading backstage.
She had just started to read a few lines.
Abigail, in high heels, then quickly ran to the backstage, glaring at Talia.
"What are you doing?"
She demanded from Talia.
"I’m reviewing the script."
Talia blinked, not understanding why the director was so mad.
"Forgot? You’re supposed to leave a shoe on stage when you exit; otherwise, how is the Governor supposed to find you?!"
Abigail yelled.
"Yikes!"
Talia gasped.
Done for.
She left in such a hurry that she completely forgot about this; Lanci wasn’t just unable to stop her in the performance sense, but was actually trying hard to keep her there.
So now...
Was Lanci stuck on stage for real?
...
The stage at that ti.
"Ah, young lady, you left in such a hurry; aren’t you going to leave any clue for this Governor..."
Lanci looked around on the ground, pacing and mumbling.
"I was thinking... there should be a shoe here..."
Sweat constantly dripped from his forehead.
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