Not a Golddigger

Emily's eyes widened. She was in a sour mood. She knew that it would be easy for these people to deal with her. Killing her woud be as easy as killing an ant.

Finally, her face fell like a deflated rubber ball. She collapsed to the ground.

"I-I love Mr. Duke very much. Mr. Duke is the most handsome, gentlemanly, best, most elegant, richest, and most powerful man I've ever met in my life."

"You don't have to give me so many superlatives. You can just say that I'm the richest and most powerful man that you've ever met. Continue."

Emily was so agitated by Duke Eton's words that she began to cry again. She said, "I want to leave my previous life! I want to hold onto Mr. Duke's heart. I want to live in this beautiful Duke's mansion forever and become a duchess, but I have no background and no money. Even in college, my grades weren't that good. I was afraid that the royal family would object to the Duke being with me, so I tampered with the condom.