Chapter 75: Pork Cutlet
"Imagine having to work your ass off assisting the election for the future king or queen, but you’re forced to sleep in a humble room like this—no massage chair, no TV, no yoga space, not even a bathtub to soak your sore body after a whole day? Nah, thank you." Chasey added.
"Don’t tell me you wanted to become an aide just because of the dorm’s lavish facilities!" Lethia asked with a smirk.
"Oh my queen... I live the humble life of a middle-class omega. Is it so wrong to chase a bit of luxury as motivation for a career?"
Lethia chuckled, stepping toward her bed. "Who am I to judge? I’m no better than you anyway."
Chasey pressed her lips together and, while lying flat on her stomach, crawled her way closer to Lethia’s bed. "So, what’s your plan?"
"Plan?"
"Hm... A plan to bring your ex-husband down."
Lethia, who had been gently stroking her belly, fell silent. Chasey’s words hit like a soft slap to the face, sharp enough to awaken nerves she tried to bury, dragging that ache in her chest right back to the surface.
A plan...
When she first begged Renar to help her apply as an executive aide, honestly, it had been impulsive.
This was the only way she could even get close to the level Varrel stood on now.