Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Helen, is your training usually this tough?"

"Not at all," she replied spontaneously and with genuine emotion, surprising even herself.

I just smiled and kept silent.

The food here was abundant, with a focus on dairy products. Helen and I had a stroll around the food area, and surprisingly, no one competed with us for the goodies. The high society ladies were all busy eyeing the jewelry section, snapping up their favorites while leaving the rest for the auction.

Helen lifted my veil and sneakily fed me a spoonful of cheese, "Eat up, you'll need the energy to outbid them tonight."

To them, the million-dollar jewelry pieces might as well have been cabbages at a grocery market-they were that insignificant.

As we were indulging, I noticed a few people seemingly mocking us.

Chattering in a language I couldn't understand.

I was clueless, but Helen, with her military expertise, understood them. She put down her food, stepped in front of me, and glared at them before saying something that made them sheepishly walk away.

I clapped, "I had no idea you were this formidable, Helen."

She sheepishly touched her head, "Mr. Hilton spent some time here back in the day, and I picked up a few things."

Back in the day? Before or after meeting me? But it didn't matter anymore. I realized Max was like the perfect man from the novels.

Helen pulled out a translator device from her pocket and placed it in my ear, "Mr. Hilton told me to wait until the auction starts to give this to you, so you wouldn't be bothered by trivial chatter. But I think, given your nature, you should listen to how fierce the competition among women in this country is. It could help you better support your sister."

No sooner had I put it on than I saw the women who had left earlier suddenly turn back. The leader, less flamboyantly dressed but clearly in charge, had the others nodding and bowing to her.

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I was incredulous, "You threatened to beat them?"

I gave Helen a thumbs-up.

She awkwardly laughed, "They said only peasants focus solely on food like pigs. I just lost my temper."

I wasn't mad at her; instead, I gave her a look to keep speaking on my behalf.

"Beautiful jewelry over there, your purchase could benefit the less fortunate, please come this way. You must spend over twenty million to enjoy the food." The leading maid was very polite and courteous with her invitation.

Clearly, this was a hard sell! You had to buy something before you could eat.

Helen swallowed hard, then sneakily stuffed a piece of fruit into my mouth, "Let's buy something then come back for more."

The thought of spending Max's money like this hurt, twenty million just to eat.

Seeing us ignore them, the head maid turned and left, while the posh ladies were fuming, "What an attitude, not even recognizing the princess's personal maid. Wait till the princess arrives; we'll teach her a lesson."

The princess's maid? Was it the child from the family trying to harm my sister? I couldn't help but take another Book at the maid. She came across as composed and mature, intimidating to many, but I wasn't scared-simply because I didn't recognize her.

The jewelry section was filled with beautifully designed pieces and some raw stones. My eyes settled on a bracelet with a perfect purple hue, and I just couldn't look away.