How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 119. Gruti (4)

Though it looked as if Railin had abandoned her, she was sure that if she got lost or was in danger, he would come looking for her. He would appear out of nowhere, like magic. When it came to his work, she did not doubt him.

So there was no need to panic, even if she was alone.

Unwilling to play his game, she opened a map, and started searching for the casino herself, scouring the alleys. And then…

She stepped in slippery muck.

She had been so focused on the map as she walked, that she wasn’t paying attention to the ground. For a noblewoman like Annette, who had been raised to luxury all her life, all this was a bit overwhelming. She rarely walked on any floors but marble, which would never contain the least dirt, let alone grime like this.

Sighing, she roughly wiped the muck off her leather boots. Fortunately, they were waterproof. The quality of her boots was worth the high price, but it was still disgusting and shocking to step in such nasty stuff. She had never imagined people could actually live in such a filthy place. She would never have believed it, if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes.

Feeling uncomfortable at the thought, she continued wiping the soles of her boots.

She had to get out of this place fast.

No one seemed to be paying attention to her. Surely, dressed in a worn robe with a hood covering her face, they would think she was just another criminal. There were so many people here wanted for illegal activities, almost everyone was wearing something like it. They could easily think she was just another drug dealer.

Thus, no one bothered her as she cleaned up and got moving again. But even with a map, it didn’t take long for her to get lost. The streets of Gruti-4 sprawled, increasingly unchecked as the number of inhabitants grew, spiraling like a spider’s web.

It was so strange, it must be around here somewhere…

Annette paused, frowning. She was beginning to be nervous, being alone in a place like this. She had to find the casino quickly. No matter how discreet she was, if she wandered for long, alone, in a place like this…

“Hey, you! Come here!”

…there was sure to be trouble.

Annette glanced in the direction of the voice. She had expected to encounter gangsters, but the reality was a bit different than she expected. Surprisingly, it was a woman with a great deal of exposed cleavage. She was staring at Annette with a cheap cigarette in her fingers.

“Yes, you. Come here.”

The woman in front of her had none of their dignity in her dress. Dark makeup, red lips, and disheveled blonde hair, she was sexy but incredibly vulgar. The neckline of her dress was so low, Annette could even glimpse the tops of her n!pples.

Was it even a gown? It was more like negligee than proper clothing. A woman like that, calling out to Annette in the middle of the street.

What do I do?

Annette was rattled. She would have been less embarrassed if actual gangsters had accosted her, like in a novel. But unfortunately, this woman was not concerned about Annette’s worries.

“Holy, shit, are you new? Don’t you know how to do business?”

The woman clacked over to her on spiky heels. If she expected to talk about business, there was apparently some misunderstanding. The woman grabbed her wrist, and Annette smelled strong perfume and the stink of cheap cigarettes.

“Show me what you have. What are you selling? Yaba?”

Of course, Annette would not know that yaba was a common street drug. But having mistaken Annette for a dealer, the woman felt free to manhandle her, until they reached her waist. Then they stopped. She knew Annette’s gender just by the narrowness of her waist.

“What? You’re a woman?”

The woman’s painted-on eyebrows lowered, and Annette’s heart started racing.

What would happen, if her identity was discovered?