The Duchesses

Chapter 44 : Mission Gone Wrong

Aurora closes her eyes for a moment to avoid being distracted by it. It is not the appropriate time. Medea, on the other hand, directs her gaze at the blonde. Her golden hair flows beautifully, although she has tied it up tonight. She forgets that the woman in front of her is stunning because she has always argued with Aurora. Her best friend, Duchess Natalie, is gorgeous. Aurora abruptly pushes Medea's body away from her, regaining control. Duchess Valimos was taken aback by it, hissing at Aurora.

"I knew it when I didn't want to bring you here earlier," Medea clarified, peering through the walls again.

"I didn't ask anyway," the Duchesses argue once more.

Aurora becomes tired of sneaking around and summons the portal to Harren's office. While Medea continues to look forward, the blonde takes her hand in hers and walks through the portal.

"It's faster to do this anyway," Aurora says as they arrive at Harren's office.

Medea couldn't take it any longer and smacked Aurora on the back of the head. She is far too reckless. What would they do if Harren saw them appear out of nowhere and her power? The blonde woman groans in pain, rubbing the damaged area in the hope that it will relieve the pain.

"Ouch, why are you keep hitting me? It is your best friend's body. Can you be more delicate on it?" Aurora nags at Medea, but Medea hears the sounds of footsteps coming at the offices.

Duchess Medea hushes her, taking Aurora's hand in hers and moving to another office section.

"How do you know that there--"

"Can you keep your mouth shut?" as Aurora forgets it, Medea cuts her.

"I've forgotten she's a harsh and vicious woman since she looks idiot sometimes," Aurora takes her time to insult Medea.

"Okay," the blonde mumbles.

The door opens to reveal Harren in his robe. The other man follows him and sits in front of the office table, waiting for him to take a seat. Instead, Harren slams his palm against the table.

"The demands keep increasing! Why can't our suppliers supply us with enough?" he grips the table's edge.

"I thought you'd be pleased," the man said.

"Why would I be?" he asks, raising his voice and staring at the man.

"Would you lend your ears for this humble servant?"

"Go ahead," Harren allows it.

"If the demands increase and the supply decreases, you can charge it a higher price and get more profits on the bright side while tackling the problems with the suppliers. Our products will always have customers. With flour, sugar, salt, and eggs, the bakeries and the restaurants will need it as well as the nobles. Isn't it a great opportunity for us?"

Harren takes a long look into the distance. On that point, it makes sense. The more he thinks about it, the more money comes to mind. At this rate, his worth will exceed that of the other household. He beams with delight at the thought.

"Brilliant, Judas!" he praises the man.

Something about profits crosses his mind, but he dismisses it. "My Lord, before I forget, the Imperial Family has increased the tax for the suppliers depending on the profits we get," Judas says.

"What do you mean by relying on our profits?"

"This means that as our profits increase, so will our taxes. It amounts to 15% of the profits. Therefore, if we acquire 100 gold coins, the Imperial Palace will receive 15 gold coins," Judas elaborates.