My Waste Husband

Chapter 491

Nemur XIII did not pay much attention to the news that Henry had been married. What he paid more attention to was that Henry was tied up when he was having dinner in the banquet hall. He used to be welcomed as a distinguished guest in their palace.

Nemur XIII looked at Ian lightly and said, "Apologize."

Ian was terrified. When he heard this, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground on the spot. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Henry smiled and looked at Ian who was kneeling in front of him and his face was full of fear. He said, "I've told you not to beg for mercy from me, but you just called me 'poor thing'?"

Ian was stunned. He did call him like that before, but he really didn't know that this man in front of him had such a high status. What kind of role was he to be able to be on an equal level with Nemur XIII?

Ian couldn't help but think. A young capable Chinese citizen with high status. The moment all kinds of clues were connected, Ian's pupils contracted dramatically, because he thought of a possibility that made his heart tremble!

Henry raised his eyebrows and suddenly moved his leg. Before Ian could react, Henry kicked him in the face.

Ian was kicked a few meters away, and then Henry didn't look at him again.

"All right." Henry got up and patted his clothes. "My wife and I have to go around Paris, so I won't talk to you anymore."

Nemur XIII nodded. As the head of a country, it was a great concession for him to take the initiative to say the word "misunderstanding" and let Henry punish the man in front of him. Anyway, he

represented a country.

Henry, on the other hand, had a good grasp of this situation. He could turn the royal place upside down in a fit of anger, but this was only a small matter. There was no need to do so. Furthermore, once he attacked the royal palace, it was very likely that it would be used by someone with ulterior motives and be turned into Radiant Island wanting to declare war on the world.

Princess Zola looked at Henry and wanted to say something, but her father stopped her.

Henry opened the door of the palace and saw two grey-haired men standing next to Jeffes and Milan in front of the main palace. They were the two doctors who had just carried Charlie away.

"How's my brother?" Princess Zola asked as soon as she saw them in the main palace.

One of the doctors said, "Your Highness, don't worry. Charlie is not in danger anymore. He's just a little weak."

Hearing the doctor's answer, Princess Zola felt much relieved.

"Oh, by the way," Henry suddenly turned back and said, "I just heard from Jeffes that Charlie was poisoned. He showed me tonight's recipe. There was an eel in it. The one named Ian, there are a few pieces of sweet plum in his pocket. The mixture of sweet plum and eel would cause poisoning reaction. You can deal with him."

After saying that, Henry waved his hand and strode away.

When Ian, who was still lying on the ground, heard Henry’s words, his face suddenly showed traces of panic. It was he who poisoned Charlie tonight. He combined plum and eel. He only did this so that he could discredit Milan and make himself become the main chef.

Princess Zola turned to look at Ian. She did not go to check what was in his pocket at all, because she knew that if the underground king would say that, it meant that he was confident. He would not say things without reason. She did not have to investigate it.

"Lock him up and send him to court!" Princess Zola waved her hand and shouted.

Today, it was because of this man that she offended the underground king and the man she loved. No matter what, he made Princess Zola extremely dissatisfied.

Ian, who was lying on the ground, looked terrible. He had never thought that things would develop like this. Today, it was his chance and a turning point in his life, but now it turned out to be like this. Everything happened just because of one person.

Milan and Henry left the main palace together and went to Sylvia's room. Along the way, Milan was looking at Henry carefully. She was very curious about what the king of the underground world was like. She had heard people say that he was a terrible person. If he stamped with his feet, ordinary people would look up to him. However, when she was with Henry, she did not feel that he was so horrible.

"Is there anything on my face?" Henry gave her a strange look. He could feel that Milan's eyes were on him all the time.

"No." Milan shook her head and smiled with her hand covering her mouth.

Henry and Milan found Sylvia. At this time, Sylvia had finished cleaning up and changed into the new clothes that the royal family had just prepared for her. A long French dress was passed to Sylvia which immediately added some foreign elements to her presence.

"Let's go. I'll take you guys to enjoy romantic Paris." Milan held Sylvia's arm.

The French royal family had specially prepared a car, and a special type of lengthened Benz stopped in front of them. The car was made of bulletproof material, and the wheels could allow the car to continue driving steadily even in the case of an explosion.

The car was luxuriously decorated and expensive wine had been prepared. Sitting in this car was an enjoyable experience.

Henry naturally would not refuse such treatment. Wherever the car was driven, there would be people leading the way, and there would be no traffic jam.

A wooden boat was slowly rippling on the Seine River. The surface of the river was sparkling and it was close to dusk. The burning clouds reflected on the river, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

The boatman stood at the stern of the boat and sang French songs loudly. The melodious singing spread on the lake, giving people a particularly pleasant feeling. It seemed that at this moment, all the troubles were thrown away, and there was only a beautiful scenery in front of them. In this beautiful scenery, there was a bright future.

The boat passed by the arch bridge and drifted in the direction of the river. After passing through the most magical iron tower in the world, Sylvia sat on the bow, looking at the beautiful scenery and feeling the romantic atmosphere.

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"Henry." Milan reached out her right index finger and poked on Henry's body.

"Huh?" Henry looked at Milan with a strange look.

"What's wrong with you and Sylvia? Why don't you talk?" Milan asked curiously.

Henry smiled bitterly and shook his head.

By the time the boat stopped, the sky had completely darkened.

Looking at the bustling Paris night, Sylvia bit her lip and suggested, "Let's... let's go to drink..."

Milan immediately looked at Henry and said, "There must be something wrong with you two. Absolutely!