My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 908 - 474: Studying Behind Closed Doors_2

Chapter 908: Chapter 474: Studying Behind Closed Doors_2

Throughout the whole process, Andrew Oamond and his group were anxious, Owen Bertram calmly dealt with it; while Andrew’s group was ecstatic, Owen was still taking it lightly. However, Owen felt that he still fell short compared to Master Dunn, as he had a well-thought-out plan, whereas Master Dunn had truly reached the highest level in maintaining a calm demeanor.

These days, Owen Bertram’s main focus was on communicating with the Grape Seedling and making many promises, such as having a large Spiritual Field in the backyard of Summit Guard Post, where various Spirit Plants were planted.

For instance, his younger brother’s fertilizer sold well in the Capital and lived up to its reputation.

Additionally, he had a Gourd Vine of his own that, in terms of rank, could be on par with the Grape Seedling and so forth.

After a long time of chattering, he finally received a response from the Nine Realms Sky– Owen Bertram smiled; he knew that the mother grape would be worried about her wandering child and would have left a backup plan!

...

During these days Lily was very uneasy, quietly asking her mistress, "If he wins, everyone says he will marry the Saintess of North Ice, and the Imperial Court is already planning the grand wedding of both countries... what should we do, Miss?"

Verna was concentrated on enjoying the snacks in front of her: she wrapped tender-ant eggs in glutinous rice powder, dipped in sesame seeds fried to crispy perfection and ate them with great satisfaction.

"No problem, Elder Brother will handle it." Verna had absolute trust in her Elder Brother who had promised her that he won’t marry the Saintess and she believed that he would keep his word.

After the choice of the groom, the entire Capital was discussing the marriage between two countries; street storytellers began to "gain followers" by citing scriptures and explaining the proper "etiquette" for such a grand wedding. But this time... it was not orchestrated by Owen Bertram, the storytellers wanted to make money and displayed their initiative.

By stark contrast to the heated discussions among the commoners, there was a quiet calm in the Imperial Court and the envoy guesthouses. Previously, everyone judged that Adonis Dunn– Abner Lane– Owen Bertram’s faction would fall, so everyone pushed the marriage proposal to the Ministry of Rites’ small and insignificant department.

The Northern Continent Envoy remained indifferent to the matter, as if they suddenly forgot what they came to do in the first place.

Later on, when the situation reversed, "wedding preparations" became a hot topic, and various departments scrambled for the task, quickly kicking the small department of the Ministry of Rites out of the picture.

However, the Northern Continent Envoy remained cool towards everything. When the Wu’s departments sought their cooperation, they complied but were never enthusiastic.

One day, someone paid a discreet visit to Owen Bertram’s house. Owen came out and sneered before turning around to leave. The fat man followed and grabbed him: "Listen to my explanation..."

Owen Bertram shrugged off his sleeve, "Your Highness, you’ve led me to my doom!"

The Fifth Prince smiled apologetically, "I really couldn’t help it; I didn’t expect to be taken away by my imperial uncle as soon as I entered the Capital. I wanted to keep my promise, but you know my uncle’s temperament, I couldn’t resist."

Owen Bertram ignored him and continued walking; the Fifth Prince followed, "Don’t be like that, you must be secretly rejoicing, right? I’ve seen the Saintess of North Ice secretly; she is truly a rare beauty. You’re quite the fortunate one..."

Owen Bertram suddenly turned around, gritting his teeth and glaring at the prince. The Fifth Prince shrank his neck and cautiously asked, "Tell me the truth; are you unwilling to marry her or are you afraid of marrying her?"

From this question, Owen Bertram deduced what the Great Minister of Rites had told the Fifth Prince. He knew they had misunderstood, but in the current situation, this misunderstanding was the best outcome.

Owen Bertram sighed and stared silently at the Fifth Prince. The prince then nodded, "Alright, I understand." He solemnly grasped Owen’s hand, "Don’t worry, I’m different from the others. You can boldly go ahead with this marriage!"

Owen Bertram forced a bitter smile, but the Fifth Prince was moved by his own assurance, "My imperial uncle told me everything; I didn’t realize you did so much for me, especially the agreement between my four older brothers and the Saintess of North Ice. You must have paid a great price to uncover such a hidden secret. With this one move, all four brothers will be destroyed!"

The Fifth Prince bowed deeply, "Thank you!"

From the Fifth Prince’s perspective, Owen Bertram had, in one fell swoop, eliminated almost all of his competitors. Genius indeed.

Owen Bertram said indifferently, "Your Highness, there’s no need for such formality. I can’t bear it."

The Fifth Prince replied, "You still have doubts, but no matter how much I say, it’s useless since I am born into the royal family. But you will understand in the future that I am indeed different from the others."

He did not explain any further, and seeing that Owen Bertram was not in a good mood, he took his leave. Shortly after he left, one of his men delivered the profits from the Insect Battle Competition, which was fifty percent more than Owen Bertram had estimated.

Owen Bertram accepted the money and smiled faintly. He and the Fifth Prince had a shared taste, but he had never been naive enough to believe that he and the future Emperor could maintain such a "friendship" forever.

From the moment he chose the prince over the Emperor, it was destined that they would end up like this.

Though Owen Bertram couldn’t help feeling a little sentimental, he quickly accepted the reality.

"Marry the Saintess of North Ice? That’s impossible." He paced to the backyard, murmuring to himself.

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Bruce Prime-minister was an accountant in a warehouse store in the north of the city, having worked there for seventeen years. He climbed his way up from being a laborer to an accountant, always diligent and responsible towards his employer while being strict but not harsh with his colleagues.