Roger and Emily, having escaped from the Pantheon Club, quickly hid behind an alley.
At the third shop down the alley, Messina ordered coffee and was waiting for them.
“Did you have a good trip?”
Messina waved to them and greeted them.
"Yes."
Roger, who had been coming inside, responded nonchalantly and took a step back as if he had seen something he shouldn't have.
When Roger stopped, Emily, who was following him, also looked in the same direction with a puzzled look, and her body froze.
“How are you here...”
Killian was sitting at the table right next to Messina.
Messina sighed as she watched Emily and Roger in shock.
“You guys are surprised, too, right? Me too.”
She continued, glancing to the side.
“I told him not to worry, I’d be with Emily, and yet this hypochondriac ended up here?”
At those words, Killian raised one eyebrow and spoke coldly.
“I don’t think you ever explained to me that my wife was with Roger.”
Emily took a deep breath to hide her embarrassment before opening her mouth.
“I had something Mr. Goldwin absolutely needed done.”
She sat down next to him, emphasizing that there was nothing to worry about.
“I already told you roughly what happened.”
Messina looked very tired, having been tormented by Killian for a long time.
Roger also sat down across from Emily, keeping an eye on her.
Messina, suddenly sitting alone at the table, muttered, "These?" and pushed Roger away to take the seat next to her.
Then Messina waved her hand at the waiter.
“Two more iced coffees.”
Killian couldn't take his eyes off Emily, who was sitting next to him, and was amazed by her unique appearance.
Well, it was awkward for Killian since he was in prison and had never seen Emily disguised as Stella.
Emily fiddled with her wig, looking embarrassed.
“I put on some makeup to stop the scandal surrounding Madame Starr. Does that sound weird?”
“How could Madam look strange in Killian’s eyes?”
Messina snorted.
Anyway, Killian, relieved that Emily had returned safely, silently took her hand under the table and squeezed it.
Messina's eyes narrowed as Emily showed a shy look with a faint smile on her lips.
But she didn't even want to ask what was going on. Messina pushed aside her uneasy feelings and asked Emily and Roger.
“By the way, did you find out anything from the Pantheon Club?”
“Yes, that’s true, but...”
Roger looked uneasy and asked Messina a question instead.
“How did you come to speculate that Enoch Blois was connected to the Giuliano Organization?”
At those words, Messina's eyes sparkled.
“Why? Was my guess plausible?”
Roger and Emily met eyes and nodded.
Emily looked around and spoke cautiously.
“The gang owned by the Pantheon Club president was the gang that supported Giuliano’s organization.”
"Yeah, I knew that. It's disgusting that someone doing business in my area is collaborating with the Giuliano Organization. I've been keeping an eye on it."
Roger sighed in annoyance at Messina's words.
“If you know that, please tell me in advance.”
“Are you upset? Sorry.”
Judging by that cheerful expression, it was clear that he had not said it on purpose.
Meanwhile, the waiter put down two glasses of iced coffee and left.
Roger, who had been thirsty, gulped down his coffee and continued speaking.
“I was wondering if it had something to do with what Messina had guessed, since the chairman was so polite to Enoch Blois.”
Killian's face, who had been quietly listening to their story, slightly distorted.
“Messina, what on earth do you know about yourself?”
"Well?"
Messina shrugged and tried to avoid the question.
Roger, about to say a word to her, was stopped by Killian's gaze. It was a warning to wait patiently for Messina to speak.
She enjoyed the attention pouring in on her, then rested her chin on the back of her hand and spoke.
“Isn’t this restaurant’s lemon tart really that delicious?”
“Roger, you bring the lemon tart yourself.”
"All right."
Roger glared at Messina's profile and then stood up to order directly from the waiter.
“Madam, is there anything you would like to eat?”
“No, not really.”
Emily wasn't too hungry thanks to the snacks she picked up at the Pantheon Club.
She realized just how much courage she had gained by leisurely filling her stomach in that tense place.
Soon after, Roger strode over and placed a lemon tart in front of Messina.
“I’ll eat well.”
Roger forced a smile at Messina's smile.
The Rezetta family, specializing in assassination, had superior intelligence compared to other organizations, so catering to her mood was their top priority at the moment.
“Mmm~ It’s delicious!”
Messina took a big bite of the tart and exclaimed in admiration.
“They say that something sweet makes you feel better, right?”
Killian, who hated pointless conversation, waited calmly for Messina to speak about Enoch first. There was no point in getting impatient here.
“I feel bad eating it alone.”
“We’re fine, so take your time.”
Emily also seemed to agree with Killian's thoughts and waited patiently for Messina's answer.
Messina leisurely emptied her plate, enjoying every last bite.
Then, as if she was thirsty, she downed the iced coffee in front of her in one gulp.
“I’ll go order another cup of coffee.”
Roger jumped up and went back to the counter.
“I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Messina leaned back on the sofa with a satisfied smile.
Roger, who had brought the coffee, made a gesture of hitting Messina from behind, and then politely put the coffee down in front of him.
"Thank you."
Messina, who knew nothing, took a delicious sip and said to Killian.
“In exchange for giving me information about Enoch Blois, there’s something I’d like you to give me.”
Finally, she got to the point.
“What is that?”
"Our Rezetta family needs a legitimate business, too. You know, we want our sweet Lucas to grow up without embarrassing his parents."
“Yes, so I understand that you bought up a lot of farms and factories on the outskirts of the capital.”
“News comes quickly.”
Messina gave a small exclamation and then continued with the main topic.
"Supply the olive oil we produce to your restaurants and grocery stores. That's all I want."
Killian owned a lot of high-end grocery stores and restaurants, so if you could just get into those, word of mouth would spread quickly.
“If the quality is good, I’ll buy it at a good price.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
Because of that, she'd bought expensive land with excellent soil quality. Secretly feeling pleased and satisfied, Messina ended the video she was playing.
“We recorded our entire conversation, so there’s no need to say anything else later, right?”
Roger looked at Messina as if he was sick of her.
"Don't you know our boss's personality? How long has that been going on?"
"Doesn't care."
Killian gave Roger another look, telling him to be quiet.
Finding out the identity of Enoch, who kept bothering him, was his priority. The mere recording wasn't a big deal.
Soon, the coffee Roger had ordered arrived.
After moistening his throat with coffee, Messina slowly opened his mouth.
“Killian, I, too, was very curious about who the Count of Blois’s biological parents were.”
“Have you found out where the previous Count brought Enoch Blois?”
Roger asked, unable to hide his excitement.
“Yes, the previous Count brought his half-brother’s son.”
“If he was the Count’s half-brother, then Enoch Blois must have been an illegitimate child.”
Because he was an illegitimate child, he wasn't recorded in the family register. Roger understood why Starr's informants had difficulty investigating Enoch Blois's birthplace.
"But I just discovered another exciting fact. Do you know what Enoch Blois was called before he received his family name?"
“What is that?”
Killian asked, his brow furrowing.
“You’ll be shocked and fall over when you hear this.”
No matter how much she thought about it, Messina couldn't believe it and just laughed to herself. Then, she looked Killian in the eye and opened her mouth.
“Matteo.”
"What?"
“They called me Matteo. Isn’t that funny?”
At Messina's words, Roger and Killian were momentarily stunned, forgetting even the notion of having to react.
Only Emily, who didn't know why they were reacting that way, asked back with a puzzled look on her face.
“Why that name?”
Roger, who had barely come to his senses at the sound of her voice, answered hesitantly.
“That’s... the current boss of the Giuliano organization is named Matteo.”
Is
Enoch Blois's real name the same as the name of the boss of the Giuliano organization?
“Do you really think that Enoch Blois could be the boss of the Giuliano organization?”
It's laughable that Enoch Blois is a mafia member, but being a mafia boss is so out of place.
“Hey, no way. The name Matteo is common.”
“Yeah, it could be a coincidence that the names are the same. But there’s something else that makes me suspicious.”
Messina's expression suddenly became serious.
“What is that?”
"You're talking about Matteo, the current boss of the Giuliano organization. He's the grandson of the former boss, right?"
At those words, Roger also clapped his hands as if something had occurred to him.
“I remember. Didn’t you say that Matteo was the son of the previous boss’s daughter and some nobleman?”
“Wrong,” Messina chuckled and shook her head.
"To show off Matteo's exceptional lineage, they disguised his father as a legitimate nobleman. In reality, he was an illegitimate child."
Roger gaped and looked dumbfounded.
“Yes, just a moment.”
Emily tried to calm herself down and gather her thoughts.
“Enoch Blois and Matteo are both illegitimate children, and Enoch’s original name was Matteo?”
“So, is this all just a coincidence?”
At Messina's words, a cold glimmer passed through Killian's eyes.
One by one, the puzzle pieces began to fall into place: false testimony in court, an assassination at a hunting competition, and a connection to the president of the Pantheon Club.
At the third shop down the alley, Messina ordered coffee and was waiting for them.
“Did you have a good trip?”
Messina waved to them and greeted them.
"Yes."
Roger, who had been coming inside, responded nonchalantly and took a step back as if he had seen something he shouldn't have.
When Roger stopped, Emily, who was following him, also looked in the same direction with a puzzled look, and her body froze.
“How are you here...”
Killian was sitting at the table right next to Messina.
Messina sighed as she watched Emily and Roger in shock.
“You guys are surprised, too, right? Me too.”
She continued, glancing to the side.
“I told him not to worry, I’d be with Emily, and yet this hypochondriac ended up here?”
At those words, Killian raised one eyebrow and spoke coldly.
“I don’t think you ever explained to me that my wife was with Roger.”
Emily took a deep breath to hide her embarrassment before opening her mouth.
“I had something Mr. Goldwin absolutely needed done.”
She sat down next to him, emphasizing that there was nothing to worry about.
“I already told you roughly what happened.”
Messina looked very tired, having been tormented by Killian for a long time.
Roger also sat down across from Emily, keeping an eye on her.
Messina, suddenly sitting alone at the table, muttered, "These?" and pushed Roger away to take the seat next to her.
Then Messina waved her hand at the waiter.
“Two more iced coffees.”
Killian couldn't take his eyes off Emily, who was sitting next to him, and was amazed by her unique appearance.
Well, it was awkward for Killian since he was in prison and had never seen Emily disguised as Stella.
Emily fiddled with her wig, looking embarrassed.
“I put on some makeup to stop the scandal surrounding Madame Starr. Does that sound weird?”
“How could Madam look strange in Killian’s eyes?”
Messina snorted.
Anyway, Killian, relieved that Emily had returned safely, silently took her hand under the table and squeezed it.
Messina's eyes narrowed as Emily showed a shy look with a faint smile on her lips.
But she didn't even want to ask what was going on. Messina pushed aside her uneasy feelings and asked Emily and Roger.
“By the way, did you find out anything from the Pantheon Club?”
“Yes, that’s true, but...”
Roger looked uneasy and asked Messina a question instead.
“How did you come to speculate that Enoch Blois was connected to the Giuliano Organization?”
At those words, Messina's eyes sparkled.
“Why? Was my guess plausible?”
Roger and Emily met eyes and nodded.
Emily looked around and spoke cautiously.
“The gang owned by the Pantheon Club president was the gang that supported Giuliano’s organization.”
"Yeah, I knew that. It's disgusting that someone doing business in my area is collaborating with the Giuliano Organization. I've been keeping an eye on it."
Roger sighed in annoyance at Messina's words.
“If you know that, please tell me in advance.”
“Are you upset? Sorry.”
Judging by that cheerful expression, it was clear that he had not said it on purpose.
Meanwhile, the waiter put down two glasses of iced coffee and left.
Roger, who had been thirsty, gulped down his coffee and continued speaking.
“I was wondering if it had something to do with what Messina had guessed, since the chairman was so polite to Enoch Blois.”
Killian's face, who had been quietly listening to their story, slightly distorted.
“Messina, what on earth do you know about yourself?”
"Well?"
Messina shrugged and tried to avoid the question.
Roger, about to say a word to her, was stopped by Killian's gaze. It was a warning to wait patiently for Messina to speak.
She enjoyed the attention pouring in on her, then rested her chin on the back of her hand and spoke.
“Isn’t this restaurant’s lemon tart really that delicious?”
“Roger, you bring the lemon tart yourself.”
"All right."
Roger glared at Messina's profile and then stood up to order directly from the waiter.
“Madam, is there anything you would like to eat?”
“No, not really.”
Emily wasn't too hungry thanks to the snacks she picked up at the Pantheon Club.
She realized just how much courage she had gained by leisurely filling her stomach in that tense place.
Soon after, Roger strode over and placed a lemon tart in front of Messina.
“I’ll eat well.”
Roger forced a smile at Messina's smile.
The Rezetta family, specializing in assassination, had superior intelligence compared to other organizations, so catering to her mood was their top priority at the moment.
“Mmm~ It’s delicious!”
Messina took a big bite of the tart and exclaimed in admiration.
“They say that something sweet makes you feel better, right?”
Killian, who hated pointless conversation, waited calmly for Messina to speak about Enoch first. There was no point in getting impatient here.
“I feel bad eating it alone.”
“We’re fine, so take your time.”
Emily also seemed to agree with Killian's thoughts and waited patiently for Messina's answer.
Messina leisurely emptied her plate, enjoying every last bite.
Then, as if she was thirsty, she downed the iced coffee in front of her in one gulp.
“I’ll go order another cup of coffee.”
Roger jumped up and went back to the counter.
“I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Messina leaned back on the sofa with a satisfied smile.
Roger, who had brought the coffee, made a gesture of hitting Messina from behind, and then politely put the coffee down in front of him.
"Thank you."
Messina, who knew nothing, took a delicious sip and said to Killian.
“In exchange for giving me information about Enoch Blois, there’s something I’d like you to give me.”
Finally, she got to the point.
“What is that?”
"Our Rezetta family needs a legitimate business, too. You know, we want our sweet Lucas to grow up without embarrassing his parents."
“Yes, so I understand that you bought up a lot of farms and factories on the outskirts of the capital.”
“News comes quickly.”
Messina gave a small exclamation and then continued with the main topic.
"Supply the olive oil we produce to your restaurants and grocery stores. That's all I want."
Killian owned a lot of high-end grocery stores and restaurants, so if you could just get into those, word of mouth would spread quickly.
“If the quality is good, I’ll buy it at a good price.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
Because of that, she'd bought expensive land with excellent soil quality. Secretly feeling pleased and satisfied, Messina ended the video she was playing.
“We recorded our entire conversation, so there’s no need to say anything else later, right?”
Roger looked at Messina as if he was sick of her.
"Don't you know our boss's personality? How long has that been going on?"
"Doesn't care."
Killian gave Roger another look, telling him to be quiet.
Finding out the identity of Enoch, who kept bothering him, was his priority. The mere recording wasn't a big deal.
Soon, the coffee Roger had ordered arrived.
After moistening his throat with coffee, Messina slowly opened his mouth.
“Killian, I, too, was very curious about who the Count of Blois’s biological parents were.”
“Have you found out where the previous Count brought Enoch Blois?”
Roger asked, unable to hide his excitement.
“Yes, the previous Count brought his half-brother’s son.”
“If he was the Count’s half-brother, then Enoch Blois must have been an illegitimate child.”
Because he was an illegitimate child, he wasn't recorded in the family register. Roger understood why Starr's informants had difficulty investigating Enoch Blois's birthplace.
"But I just discovered another exciting fact. Do you know what Enoch Blois was called before he received his family name?"
“What is that?”
Killian asked, his brow furrowing.
“You’ll be shocked and fall over when you hear this.”
No matter how much she thought about it, Messina couldn't believe it and just laughed to herself. Then, she looked Killian in the eye and opened her mouth.
“Matteo.”
"What?"
“They called me Matteo. Isn’t that funny?”
At Messina's words, Roger and Killian were momentarily stunned, forgetting even the notion of having to react.
Only Emily, who didn't know why they were reacting that way, asked back with a puzzled look on her face.
“Why that name?”
Roger, who had barely come to his senses at the sound of her voice, answered hesitantly.
“That’s... the current boss of the Giuliano organization is named Matteo.”
Is
Enoch Blois's real name the same as the name of the boss of the Giuliano organization?
“Do you really think that Enoch Blois could be the boss of the Giuliano organization?”
It's laughable that Enoch Blois is a mafia member, but being a mafia boss is so out of place.
“Hey, no way. The name Matteo is common.”
“Yeah, it could be a coincidence that the names are the same. But there’s something else that makes me suspicious.”
Messina's expression suddenly became serious.
“What is that?”
"You're talking about Matteo, the current boss of the Giuliano organization. He's the grandson of the former boss, right?"
At those words, Roger also clapped his hands as if something had occurred to him.
“I remember. Didn’t you say that Matteo was the son of the previous boss’s daughter and some nobleman?”
“Wrong,” Messina chuckled and shook her head.
"To show off Matteo's exceptional lineage, they disguised his father as a legitimate nobleman. In reality, he was an illegitimate child."
Roger gaped and looked dumbfounded.
“Yes, just a moment.”
Emily tried to calm herself down and gather her thoughts.
“Enoch Blois and Matteo are both illegitimate children, and Enoch’s original name was Matteo?”
“So, is this all just a coincidence?”
At Messina's words, a cold glimmer passed through Killian's eyes.
One by one, the puzzle pieces began to fall into place: false testimony in court, an assassination at a hunting competition, and a connection to the president of the Pantheon Club.
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