Feeling offended with the crown prince's remarks, I tried to glare at him. He just calmly look at me with those pair of brown eyes before he sighs.

"The thing is, you haven't resolved any of your problems yet you're planning to do something again."

What he said lingered in my mind. Even when we are eating lunch already, I still couldn't stop thinking about it.

Francis seems to notice my mood that's why he tried to change topics and tell me random things, hoping that it would work.

But it didn't.

"I'll call you when I need you," I tried to emphasize every word so Francis would understand that he doesn't have to come here without notice.

The corner of his lips lifts a bit before he leans close and gave me a kiss on the cheeks. "I understand," he said before he pats my shoulder. "Don't stress yourself too much, Kia..." and then he bid his goodbye already.

I went back inside the mansion only to see Prince Jacques looking at me with menacing eyes. As if any minute he'd burst already.

"What?" I asked him in an annoyed tone. He raised his right eyebrow before he craned his neck.

"Have you at least accomplish something already?" He asked me in a mocking manner making me frown.

"Are you making fun of me?" Feeling annoyed, my voice raised a bit.

He is still a puzzle to me that I am trying to figure out. Being with him right now and he's acting like everything is normal is freaking me out.

I don't know if he's planning something against me or he's just born not to care at all. He knew that I wouldn't hurt him and that's the reason why he finds this fun.

"I am not making fun of you," his voice was raspy, and the way his haw clenched made me gulp a bit.

He's playful and a bit childish; but you couldn't also disregard the fact that he's dominant and intimidating. He got the authorization and power to his aura that's making him more like the one who's in control in everything.

I feel like a servant trying to serve his highness.

"I am just telling you to give yourself a break, you can't do things one at a time. You have all the time, you don't need to rush." He said as he tilted his head a bit.

I realized that he's right; I haven't accomplished anything yet. I just keep on making and making another plan.

What's the only progress I have? By having a conversation and a deal with Natalia? That's all. And it's been four days already.

But the thought that he's the one who's lecturing me right now is making me feel annoyed. Maybe because I hate the fact that he thinks I am stupid or something. Or maybe irrational.

But maybe I really am.

"I don't need you to lecture me," I said and stormed out from the mansion.

I decided to go to the garden. Which made me remember from my childhood. I lost some of my memories and some of them were memories from here.

I was then almost in my thirteen, a young and naive twelve-year-old girl.

“Young miss!” I heard the servants calling me but I keep running down the hall to visit my father to his study room.

I just got home from school and I want to tell him everything that happened to me already.

I am a father’s girl and very spoiled by him, everything I want, he gives me. That may be the reason why I grew up as a spoiled brat.

“Young miss!” she called me again but it’s already late, I already opened the door of my father’s study room and it welcomed me the aroma of tea that they are sipping right now.

My father is with an old man who’s probably discussing business with him, he's with another young guy whom I probably think is just years older than me. I shrugged my shoulder and went to look at my father. “Dad!” I called him and walk my way towards him.

I saw the young handsome guy that he’s with threw a glance on me. He got very dark hair and his eyes are beautiful brown, making me wonder if he’s wearing contact lenses or what...

He got a pretty pale skin too that matches the outfit that he wore. A black turtle neck and partnered with the coat.

I must say that I find his pretty cupid shaped lips; it’s red and very luscious looking. I wonder what’s his age... it’s obvious that he’s older than me because I’m still a junior high school student.

He’s very attractive and... white? Oh, I guess the weather in England made him this white. I turned my head to look back at my dad. I saw the old guy sipping his tea, not minding if I interrupted their conversation or whatever they are having right now.

“Kia, didn’t I tell you to knock before you open the door?” my father said in a calm tone as he puts down his teacup. I pouted my lips but shrugged off my shoulder after that. “My apologies Mr. Wright,” my father said politely making my eyebrows furrowed.

I’ve never seen my father this polite to anyone. The younger one gave me a confused look before he went to look at the old man he's with.

Is this guy very important? Someone from bigger companies... He’s not really familiar to me; maybe my father just wants to really apologize because I interrupted.

“No worries, Mr. Johnson...” he said in a baritone. And I am more confused when it's the younger one who spoke. I thought my father was apologizing to the old man!

He sounds intimidating for some reason that he gave me chills by just hearing his voice. I cleared my throat and tried to look intimidating as well but he only tilted his head on the other side and gave me side smile making me move backward.

I felt my heart skip a beat and he just grins on me before looking back at my father. I feel like he noticed that he caught me off guard with his smile that he’s being proud of it.

Does he think he could tame or what so? He’s not my type! He’s way too old for me and I would even think twice and say NO to him immediately.

“My classmate said that she got this bag from Paris, I want that bag too...” I said with my lips a bit pouting.

I heard the younger one let out a soft chuckle that’s why I turned my head to him and I saw him biting his lip while his thumb is on it, looking at me with an amused look.

Feeling offended, I tried to glare at him and he only shrugs his shoulder to me.

“We can buy that, Kia... but you should go to your room first. I have something to discuss with Mr. Wright and Mr. Hanson...” my father look at the servant’s who’s bowing her head, looking terrified right now. “Bring her to her room,” my father said with full authority making the servant shakes in fear and made her towards me.

“Young miss, please...” she said and I don’t have the heart to let her down so I just followed her.

Before we could finally close the door; I heard my father apologizing to Mr. Wright, the younger ones, and Mr. Hanson, the old man.

Before I left, I saw the younger one looking at me before goes back to look at my father and Mr. Hanson.

Whoever he is, he is so annoying.