bChapter /bb625 /b

    The golden mecha quickly streaked across the sky, vanishing in a sh of light. However, it was still spotted by the officers in bthe /bmilitary camp.

    Their spirits had been low recently, given the relentless strength of the king–level mutant. So many of theirrades had bdied/bb, /bband /bevery battle was devastatingly costly.

    But when they saw that golden sh, a sudden surge of excitement washed over them.

    They couldn’t help but wonder if it was Shirley. After all, that mecha looked just like hers.

    Meanwhile, the city lords of the Kingdom of Xyperia were still tangled up in their proxy presidential game, trying to get involved in the internal affairs of the Xyperia government.

    The citizens had been called to vote, and the candidate leading the polls was Martin, whose wealth was only second to Baykeep. Lately, he had gained significant public support for his disaster relief efforts, which made him even more popr.

    Time flew, and within a week, the presidential election results were to be announced.

    Early in the morning, Henry went to wake up Vivianus. But after a few busy days in Norham City, handling official duties, training fighter pilots, and everything else, she had been staying upte and waking up early. She was still sound asleep and had yet to rise.

    And of course, she was in a bad mood. The secretary Anna who had served Shirley before remarked that Shirley’s morning temperament was a lot like Vivianus‘, though Shirley was more controlled, while Vivianus wasn’t.

    Honestly, Anna kind of wished Shirley wasn’t so controlled. After all, they were the ones serving her, and they could easily handle her little grumpiness.

    Henry sat by her bedside, watching her sleep with her eyes still shut. He spoke slowly, “Vivianus, wake up.”

    Shirley turned over and mumbled, “Five more minutes.”

    “If you stay in bed for five more minutes, I’ll pull you out myself.”

    Shirley didn’t respond, but maybe feeling too hot, she lifted one foot and pressed it down on the nket, revealing the hem of her nightgown.

    Henry remembered that awkward night and quickly grabbed her leg to shove it back under the nket.

    Shirley tried to pull it out again, but it was firmly covered.

    Five minutester, Henry tried again. “Time to get up. We’re heading to Summerbank. Get ready.”

    Shirley finally opened her eyes, let out azy yawn, and gave him a cold, annoyed look.

    Henry wasn’t bothered. He gently patted her head. “Come on, be good. You’ve been working hardtely. Once all this bis /bbover/bb, /bbI/bb‘ /btake you out to have some fun.”

    Shirley’s expression softened a little. “Fine.”

    Seeing her reluctant look, Henry couldn’t help butugh.

    She really did act like a spoiled Persian bcat/b, always needing to be pampered.

    Chapter b625 /b

    bShirley /bbgot /bbup /bbto /bwash bup/bb, /band as she brushed her teethb, /bsomeone brought in ba /bbbeautiful /bdress, ba /bbwaist/b–cinching bgown/bb, /bplete bwith /bhigh heels.

    Wanting to avoid revealing her identity as a woman, she instructed, “Put it down, I’ll dress myselfb./bb” /b

    b“/bOf course, Your Highness.b” /b

    After waking her up, Henry waited outside, casually chatting with Damien about official matters.

    As they talked, Damien suddenly heard Jasmine calling out to him and said, “My wife’s calling. We’ll finish thister.” bThen/bb, /bbhe /bquickly ended themunication.

    Henry just stared at the screen, feeling a bit left out. It seemed like he was the only one without a significant other among his friends.

    Inside the dressing room, Jasmine, with her back to Damien, called sweetly, “Damien, help me zip this up.”

    Damien caught sight of her back, and his gaze darkened. He stepped closer to zip up her dress, his body pressing against hers. “We’re not in a hurry, are we?”

    Jasmine could feel his body against hers. She tried to pull away but couldn’t. Her hands were lifted and pressed against the wall. “Not in a hurry? We need to leave for Summerbank in an hour.”

    Damien smirked and lifted her skirt slightly. “What if you gave me half an hour?”

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