Our Summer Isn't Over Yet - Chapter 67 (Slight R19)

Dylan’s fingers relentlessly stirred the throbbing below. The squelching sounds filled the bathroom explicitly. Mia’s hands, gripping the tub, tightened with each inescapable noise.

Dylan chuckled at Mia’s trembling reaction. “What if you fall?”

“Hng, uh…”

“Hold my shoulders.”

He tapped lightly inside, saying that. The moving fingers, as if with only one purpose, heated Mia up. Even though his traces were all gone, Dylan’s fingers swam in her vagina, and a sticky liquid continued to flow from Mia’s vulva.

Mia knew very well what would happen next.

Dylan slowly pulled his fingers out and pulled Mia, who was leaning on his shoulder, close. Because she was relying solely on him, she helplessly collapsed into Dylan. He held her and gently sucked on her neck.

“Mia.”

“Hng.”

“Shall we stop?”

Dylan asked teasingly, even though he knew she couldn’t refuse.

Already, a stiff penis was poking at her below. Instead of answering, Mia rubbed his ear and kissed his lips.

“We’re going out tomorrow, so…”

“I’ll be moderate.”

“…Moderate?”

Dylan nodded and lightly bit her lip before releasing it. She didn’t completely believe his words, but Mia eventually opened her lips and accepted the heat that rushed at her.

After tidying up Mia’s bedding as she lay asleep, Dylan checked the time and quietly went outside. Just in time, Aaron walked towards Dylan.

Aaron’s hands were full of paper bundles. Dylan glanced at Aaron for a moment before entering the room across the hall. Aaron followed him, bowed, and handed Dylan what he had brought.

The letters clearly written on the received paper were visible.

[ Annabelle Rook]

Annabelle Rook. The name of someone who only left unpleasant feelings.

Immediately after receiving advice from Elio Bohrmann, Dylan ordered someone to be put behind her. It would be good to stop Annabelle before she showed any action, but to do so, there had to be solid evidence.

Therefore, tracking her and collecting information was the best choice for Dylan.

As Aaron gave a brief report to Dylan, who was reading the report summarizing Annabelle Rook’s recent movements,

“We are tracking Annabelle Rook’s movements, but she has not yet committed anything that would leave solid evidence.”

“What about the people around her?”

“No one showed any solitary actions or behaved in a way that would be offensive. There is one situation that could be a problem, but… it seems insufficient to use this as evidence.”

“I’ll listen and judge. Report.”

At Dylan’s chin gesture, Aaron uttered words filled with many meanings.

“It was discovered that she recently tried to contact some of the people working at our residence.”

Dylan could easily recognize Annabelle’s intentions. It must be because of the words Jose said when he was arrested.

Aaron, also thinking the same, added a short opinion.

“Since there was a rumor about the Duchess once, it is believed that Annabelle Rook paid attention to it.”

Dylan slowly wiggled his fingers.

Perhaps the truth is not very important to Annabelle. Considering Annabelle’s personality, which has been identified so far, what Annabelle is desperate for is…

To discredit Mia, to flaw Mia, and to hurt her.

It would be all the better for Annabelle if Mia were to fall. It was also a method often used in high society to intentionally erase a family from the beginning.

“…The young lady Rook seems to be living in the distant past, not befitting her age.”

Dylan, who had been moving his fingers, stopped.

“If we catch evidence this time, we will bring in the previous incidents together to increase the crime.”

“The previous incidents being…”

Looking at Aaron, Dylan tapped his cheek.

“She didn’t pay the price for scarring the Duchess’s face, and she didn’t hesitate to make remarks that insulted the Duke of Richard’s family at the Peville Marquis’s party.”

Annabelle, who had refrained from external activities for the past few years, had clashed with Mia every time she came to high society recently, and as a result, many people in high society felt uncomfortable with Annabelle.

Dylan mentioned the incidents and situations that even Aaron, who investigated, had forgotten.

“Since there are many witnesses to that, if we only catch evidence of this incident, Annabelle Rook will not act recklessly.”

Even Marquis Rook would not be able to protect his daughter if things progressed that far.

If, contrary to Dylan’s expectations, Marquis Rook showed actions to protect Annabelle, Dylan intended to directly confront the Rook family. Although they were accumulating wealth, the number of businesses Dylan managed was not insignificant.

Dylan’s assets, which were wealthier than known to the outside world, were by no means inferior to the Rook family.

“If your relationship with Marquis Rook goes wrong.”

“Aaron, I think the mercy shown to the former superior is enough so far, don’t you think?”

“…I’m sorry. I will report immediately if there is additional news regarding Annabelle Rook.”

Dylan, who sighed and rubbed his forehead, asked Aaron what came to mind.

“Was there any separate contact from the Vice Admiral?”

“No, not yet. As you instructed in advance, we have made it possible to immediately identify if the Vice Admiral sends a message.”

“Okay, let me know immediately when news comes from the capital.”

As Dylan waved his hand, Aaron greeted briefly and headed towards the door. After taking a few steps, Aaron opened his mouth as if something he had forgotten came to mind.

“Your Excellency.”

Dylan, who was wiping his tired face, looked at Aaron.

“It’s not that, but the trial of the Murad royal family is said to begin this morning.”

The soldiers guarding the underground prison all greeted the person who appeared before them.

“Greetings to His Excellency March.”

The one who gave the formal greeting was Kyle, the second son of the Hector family, who was the general supervisor until Walter came here.

“Colonel Hector, is everything ready?”

“The prisoner has been moved to a separate solitary cell.”

Walter lightly accepted the greeting and gestured towards the prison, and the soldiers waiting around hurriedly opened the door. Kyle followed behind.

Walter walked through the lightless underground at a constant pace.

Only the sound of two footsteps, thud, thud, could be heard in the space. When Kyle turned on the lights on the wall, the surroundings suddenly brightened.

As light entered the gloomy underground, those sitting in the prison clung to the bars one by one. But soon, they recognized that the person who had entered was Walter March and stepped away in horror.

“If you need a little more time, we can postpone the trial…”

“No, I can’t waste time on that. So where is the Fourth Prince?”

“Over there.”

Walter moved without hesitation towards where Kyle was guiding him. Walter, standing in front of the solitary cell, slowly opened his mouth.

“Everything else is fine, but it would be good to postpone the Fourth Prince’s trial to the very end. There won’t be any problems, will there?”

“Yes, I will instruct accordingly.”

Walter, who had been in charge of Jose’s torture since he was transferred to Murad, visited Jose even on the day of the trial.

He had already extracted information from Jose, and the testimonies and evidence to prove the crimes of the Murad royal family were all found and organized by yesterday. But he couldn’t understand why he was looking for Jose since dawn.

Kyle hurriedly erased his curiosity and took out the key to the solitary cell. The key, which had been moving with a clatter, turned and a clunk was heard. At the same time, the door to the solitary cell opened with an unpleasant noise.

Walter glanced at the watch on his wrist for a moment, even before taking in Jose, who was inside, and asked Kyle.

“The trial starts at nine, right?”

“That’s right.”

“If it’s done last, what time do I have to come out by?”

“I think it will be enough by ten o’clock.”

“I see. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Walter tapped Kyle’s shoulder and entered the solitary cell.

Kyle carefully closed the door to the solitary cell and glanced inside. Walter’s early morning visit was surprising, but he shook his head and erased his thoughts.

“Oops, I need to change the order of the trial first.”

Kyle, recalling Walter’s request, hurriedly moved his steps.

The inside of the solitary cell was filled with a stuffy dust smell and a faint metallic smell.

Walter stared around with cold eyes and walked around, thud, thud. It was a small space, so he reached the end without taking many steps. He repeated the action several times and then lit a candle attached to the wall.

A small fire flickered and filled the space.

He dragged an old wooden chair and placed it in front of Jose, thud.

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