Conflict
The two of them had had a tiny little conflict back then.
Gnar had even looked like he wanted to teach him a lesson.
He had not expected to run into him here.
Gnar was dressed just as formally today.
His suit was crisp, his leather shoes gleamed, and his hair was parted three-seven, giving him every appearance of a refined young gentleman.
There was no need to mention his bearing. Born into nobility, such poise was practically in his blood.
How could that bastard be here? Chu Beixuan cursed inwardly.
But after sweeping his gaze around, he saw no sign of Catherine.
She was not here.
Chu Beixuan had come today to find someone.
He had no desire to stir up extra trouble.
Since Catherine was not here, she had to be at one of her residences.
All he had to do was coax some information out of the other servants, and he could easily learn where she lived.
Just as Chu Beixuan was about to leave, he suddenly heard Gnar speak.
"Uncle Aiven, you also support more interaction among us young people. Forgive my presumption, but may I ask whether Miss Catherine is at home...?"
That single sentence stopped Chu Beixuan in his tracks.
From the looks of it, they were going to call Catherine over.
He had searched everywhere in worn-out iron shoes, only to find it without any effort at all.
And he understood now. This damn bastard had come this time to ask for Catherine's hand.
Fuck, how could he possibly tolerate that!
He and Catherine were in love. How could he allow Catherine to be forced down the road of a political marriage?
Political alliances through marriage were extremely common in Northern Europe.
Some were even more outrageous, refusing to marry outside their