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Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite

Chapter 400 - 156: Choices

Author: MS Fuzi
updatedAt: 2025-10-30

CHAPTER 400: CHAPTER 156: CHOICES

156-157 Love Test

(Hmm, for some evil purpose, starting today two Chapters will be merged into one. Sigh, alright, I admit I was a bit frustrated, hence the decision to release 4K per Chapter.)

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Outside the house, Olson unwillingly entered the kitchen, where at three past noon, only a few chefs were standing.

Olson looked at the several pieces of fresh venison and some air-shipped fresh vegetables on the kitchen shelves and frowned: "Why is there only so little? We have five people here."

For the natives of the Alps, the winter Alps are essentially a natural cold storage, and wintering animals have always been preserved by smoking or curing. However, the ingredients used in Olson’s vacation home are required by the strict owner to retain the freshest taste, so including venison, all food is prepared on the same day and won’t exceed two days even in the worst weather.

"Before the master left this morning, he had instructed to only prepare fresh food for three people," said the kitchen maid, who is a local hunter’s wife and whose red wine venison dishes were particularly loved by Olson and his son.

"Three people," Mr. Orleans wondered. He stepped out of the kitchen wanting to check the rooms of Su Ziceng and Mr. Lan. Perhaps those two had already descended the mountain, but his father had clearly said they were still in the cabin.

Olson walked down the snow-covered stairs outside the kitchen and was about to head to another cabin when several burly men dressed as hunters came out.

"Mr. Orleans, the master told you to go back to your own cabin first," these must be local hunters hired by his father, Olson snorted, he wouldn’t pay heed to these barbarians.

"Young master," the hunters moved swiftly, surrounding Mr. Orleans as he did not comply with their words.

While Mr. Orleans had done many foolish things, he wasn’t beyond hope. He suddenly realized, his father must be restraining his movements to keep him from ruining something.

Something? Mr. Orleans’ gaze pierced through the confusing snowstorm and went straight to the cabin where Olsen and Mai Xue were alone. The cabin was only a few kilometers away, but... Mr. Orleans desperately rushed forward, yet those Alpine native hunters, like solid rocks, blocked his path and lifted him up.

At this time, no one cared about Viscount Orleans, in these hunters’ eyes, besides the avalanches of the Alps, only the secular money outside the Alps could instill fear in them.

The voice of Viscount Orleans was buried by the wind and snow, tears streamed from his eyes, quickly turning into ice on the snowy ground. He was locked back in the cabin, his cries were futile, and when it was time to eat, the kitchen maid brought a bowl of red wine venison, which he smashed onto the ground. The red soup spread in the room, turning into an asphyxiating scent of fresh blood.

Wine trickled gently from the corners of Mai Xue’s mouth. She had never been so disheveled as she was today; she was subdued by Olson, almost kneeling on the ground.

Olson first twisted her neck, then watched her shake her head in pain. Olson straddled Mai Xue’s shoulders, prying her clenched teeth open with his fingers, pouring the wine down as he cursed: "You bitch, you stinking whores from the East have deceived us enough, yet you still want to harm your own husband, you vile slut, I’ll teach you to cheat behind my back."

After the last drop of wine was poured, Olson removed his foot. He drank another glass of wine completely, looking satisfied as he watched Mai Xue retch on the side. Her face was splashed with wine stains, her neck bore red marks from previous struggles, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with terror.

The more she appeared this way, the more excited Olson became. He stretched his hand under the pen tip, licking it, still tasting Mai Xue’s tears.

"You... What did you do to Pello," Mai Xue couldn’t retch much wine out; an afternoon’s exertion had emptied her stomach, and as soon as the wine entered, it was all absorbed. She felt dizzy as the medication acted prematurely under the influence of the alcohol.

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