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Julietta took her to the terrace, leaving behind those who had worked for her. "Phoebe, I want you to know that I’m making a suggestion and it’s not a compulsion. I thought over and over about what would be the best thing for you."

At Julietta’s words, Phoebe shook her head. "You’re not asking me to leave the Kiellini mansion for today, are you? I’ll be with you no matter what risk you have."

Julietta laughed sadly at Phoebe’s strong talk. "It may not be as easy to solve as we think. the

Kiellini family could be driven as traitors and destroyed with this incident."

Originally, she wanted to make Phoebe the illegitimate child of the Duke of Kiellini and provide a safe life. But things had changed. Now she had to separate everyone involved with her from the Kiellini family.

However, she believed that the Prince would somehow protect the dressing shop. Neither would the attendants of the Kiellini family be severely punished. Maribel, a noblewoman, would be confirmed to have been involved in the affairs of the Kiellini family, but she would be proved to be irrelevant.

But Phoebe was different. Everyone in the Kiellini family knew her as a noblewoman. An investigation would be conducted into the status of a noblewoman named Phoebe who had served Princess Kiellini close by.

It was nothing else but rebellion. If a thorough investigation revealed that Phoebe was not a

noblewoman, it was really irreversible.

Phoebe shook her head again as if she knew Julietta’s mind. "I can never forget the kindness you have shown me, Miss. Now, telling me to run away for my safety is like asking me to be a woman of no trust. And for me, you, Vera and the rest of the dressing shop are like my family. I can’t abandon my family and run away to live. I can’t."

Julietta was also moved by the cry of Phoebe. ’Family! What a precious word it was for me, too.’

Julietta sighed quietly at the sight of Phoebe who was never likely to listen to her. Yeah, it wasn’t the time to have such a weak mind. Somehow, she had to get out of this crisis and protect her loved ones.

She smiled reassuringly to Phoebe was tearing. "I’ll try to protect the Kiellini family somehow and make sure everyone’s safe."

It was not something that could be solved by trying, but she had to say so. Phoebe also smiled face to face as if she believed in Julietta who smiled brightly and confidently.

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Around the end of the afternoon, Julietta, wearing a dark gray dress Sophie had bought and a modest hat without a decoration, looked back at the precious people. "How is it? Is it a really different person from Princess Kiellini?"

Even her tone was different from the elegant princess. The aristocratic accent and upright attitude that she had learned while being scolded by Simone suddenly disappeared.

The lady standing in front of her eyes was just the way she used to be, with brick-colored hair and thick glasses. However, according to Maribel’s advice, some cotton was removed, and the gigantic build was reduced so much; her figure which would look chubby was not the same as before.

"It was better than expected."

"That’s what I saw and heard when I was growing up" She grew up watching actors practice acting and stage for over a decade. The changes in speech and behavior that fit the role were basic.

"Still, you should not relax. Even if you talk and act differently, you can have someone who recognizes your voice. Don’t forget to speak as quietly as possible."

Julietta nodded at Maribel’s attention.

"There’s Mrs. Johanna outside, the head maid of Harrods’ mansion. There was not enough time to get in touch with other attendants. And I’ve come to think that I might rather be suspicious."

At Maribel’s words, Julietta nodded. "I’d like to send Vera and Phoebe to Maribel’s mansion."

At Julietta’s request, Maribel nodded. "Yes, they can’t follow you in, so they should do. It’s weird that only the maids go back to the Kiellini mansion as the princess is gone."

"That’s not all."

"Do you mean there’s another reason?"

Maribel’s eyes were narrowed.

"Please make Phoebe a different person."

"A different person?"

Maribel frowned, wondering, and then nodded as if she understood. "Are you worried that someone recognizes her? I didn’t worry much because her hair color changed."

Julietta recalled the situation when Phoebe had been found on the street. She didn’t know who had put her in custody, but he must have seen Phoebe’s hair turn white. He could have been a nobleman. There were many people whose hair turned white now, but there was nothing wrong with being careful.

She wanted to make Phoebe the illegitimate child of the Duke of Kiellini and ensure a safe future. However, this was a plan to withhold as long as the Kiellini family became a candle in front of the wind. Phoebe had to be a different person than she used to be, in case she couldn’t be a windbreaker in the future.

Julietta nodded at Maribel’s words, looking at Phoebe’s white hair, greenish-brown eyes and a fine face. "Yes. Even if they have known Phoebe, please let them not recognize her at all."

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18. Disclosure

"Good to see you again. I’m glad you’ve lost a lot of weight."

Countess Auguste, the head maid of the Asta Palace, greeted Johnna, the head maid of the Harrods’ house that Ian had brought, and pretended to know Julietta who was standing behind her.

"I haven’t seen you in a long time. I’ve lost weight, reflecting on what the head maid said."

Her appearance was still tacky, but her greeting was quite plausible. Countess Auguste nodded at the sight.

A few months ago, she heard that the girl accompanied Killian in place of the sudden cut-off maid just before he went to Bertino did a very good job. But when the Prince returned, he didn’t bring her with him, and she thought she went back to Harrods’ mansion.

As soon as he disposed of the house of the Harrods Street, he called them, and it seemed that these two women were being trusted by His Highness. Mrs. Auguste who had been supporting Killian since childhood with Sir Albert was pleased to assign a place for the two to work.

"Mrs. Johanna, please help me manage the maids. Julie, His Highness wants you to work as a private maid as you used to be, so follow Ian."

"Yes, ma’am."

It felt strange to be walking in the hall of the Asta Palace where she used to walk in and out as Princess Kiellini to show their solid romantic relationship.

When she crossed the hall with her head and back up, all the attendants who passed by, as well as the nobles and knights who she ran into, paid homage to her. That was natural, but now it was so different.

She had to put her hands together somewhat comfortably in front, and she had to lower her eyes slightly with her head bent at forty-five degrees. As she passed the corridor, she had to stay close to the edge and move carefully so that she wouldn’t make the sound of footsteps. When a nobleman passed by, she had to stop walking and bow down and wait until he passed.

They said they had no idea what it was like to be a man’s business; she had been in a high position and came down to the lowest position of a maid.

Ian was at a loss as to what to do when he saw the princess standing aside and lowering her head like he did until the nobles had passed by. ’Can His Highness bear it when he sees this?’

He arrived in front of the office, passing the long corridor, with a sincere prayer for the crisis to pass safely.

"Julie!"

As soon as she entered the door, Killian who had been anxiously waiting for her sprang up.

When Ian hurried to close the door and turn around, in case the knights in the hallway thought strange, the Prince was holding Julie tightly. The former cold and arrogant master hugged the princess affectionately, and Ian turned back and stood looking at the door that had just come in.

Killian hugged Julietta and took her to the sofa.

"How’s the situation going?"

Killian gently stroked Julietta’s cheek, looking up at him with an uneasy look.

He wanted to give her the best seat without any worries, but why did the thorny path unfold so far? For the first time, there was a rush of skepticism about his strength.