Chapter 14

"talking" (Mc to system) [System]

Ifia looked bewildered.

She turned her head to glance at the smiling Amelia, then turned back to look at the serious club president. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was a little off in the current situation!

Wasn't the way to join the art club supposed to be through connections?

How did it turn into becoming an exclusive model now?

Maybe she misunderstood. To confirm, Ifia decided to speak up, "President, are you saying… if I want to join the art club, I have to do it as an exclusive model?"

"Although you'll be an exclusive model, externally, you'll still be a member of the art club! Don't worry, only the three of us— you, me, and Amelia—know about this. No need to worry about leaks."

It's not about worrying or not worrying.

It's already beyond the scope of the service industry!

Upon hearing that things were indeed as she suspected, Ifia hung her head in disappointment, looking like a wilted eggplant with tightly pursed lips. The once lively black eyes lost their luster.

She didn't immediately agree, instead, she was hesitating.

Even though becoming Amelia's exclusive model would allow her to have more contact with Amelia, making it easier to complete tasks.

But being a model, especially if she later asked to be a nude model, was something she felt she couldn't do.

It's a bit strange.

"Miss Ifia, I'll be awaiting good news from you by tomorrow afternoon."

The club president didn't explicitly ask Ifia to make a decision but politely indicated the deadline and saw her off.

He pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose and looked towards Amelia, who was whispering comforting words to Ifia. The usual cold and distant demeanor instantly dissipated.

How interesting!

No wonder Amelia took the initiative to make the request, it seems it was for this special little companion.

I wonder what kind of ability can captivate Amelia…

The president's eyes showed a hint of interest, but before he could dwell on it, Amelia suddenly looked up.

Her purple eyes were icy cold, and her expression was emotionless.

In an instant, the president felt a chill all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It felt like being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Suppressing the trembling fear, the president forced a stiff smile, deliberately averted his gaze to show his stance. Internally, he immediately quashed his curiosity for the sake of his own safety. Better not to meddle in unnecessary affairs.

Indeed, the oppression from the Barlen family's heiress was truly formidable!

Amelia cut off the president's curiosity. After leaving the office with Ifia, she led the way to the vacant room in the art club, continuing to comfort the dejected Ifia.

"Ifia, sorry, but I had to resort to this to get you into the art club."

I thought Ifia would readily agree, but unexpectedly, she hesitated.

Could she have sensed that all of this was Amelia's arrangement?

Doesn't seem like it!

Amelia's face showed a worried expression, but her purple eyes were filled with interest as she awaited Ifia's response.

"Amelia, I'm not blaming you. It's just that… being a model is one thing, but being nude, it just feels a bit strange."

Ifia looked up at Amelia with a somewhat guilty expression, putting aside her own low spirits to quickly assure that she didn't blame Amelia for this matter.

After all, Amelia only said she could join the art club, she didn't promise anything else.

After Irene's introduction to the art club, making it clear that joining was no easy feat, Ifia understood that the normal route wouldn't work for her. For Amelia to bring her into the art club was already more than enough.

Once news of her joining the art club leaked, it would undoubtedly attract countless speculations and envy.

Sigh!

It's not that she can't let go of being a model, it's just that being nude in front of Amelia makes her feel a bit shy…

Despite Ifia boasting in front of the system about confidently handling Amelia, the actual implementation was quite awkward.

Perhaps this is the case of being a giant in words but a dwarf in action!

Ifia sat on the chair, scratched her nose tip awkwardly, and spoke hesitantly, "Amelia, do I really have to… expose myself and become your exclusive model in the future?"

"Ifia, don't overthink it. It's just a temporary measure."

Listening to Ifia's reluctance, Amelia identified the issue and reached out, smiling as she held Ifia's hand. Her purple eyes conveyed sincerity.

After comforting her, Amelia spoke again, "At most, it's just for appearances. Ifia, don't you trust me?"

"Of course, I do!"

Maybe she was being too sensitive!

Seeing Amelia busy with her matters and now specifically comforting her, Ifia suddenly felt a warm feeling inside. For the first time, she thought that the seemingly useless system wasn't entirely useless. If the system hadn't insisted on her befriending the villainess, she wouldn't have had further development with Amelia. The system was a witness to their friendship!

"Amelia, don't worry, I will join the art club!"

After sincerely assuring Amelia, Ifia's mood finally recovered.

However, right after she made the promise, her stomach let out a growl.

Blushing, Ifia covered her stomach with her hand and, in a relaxed tone, realized the downside of not having eaten a satisfying lunch.

"Ifia, can I invite you to join me for afternoon tea? Just you and me, no one else."

"Of course."

This time, facing Amelia's invitation, Ifia didn't refuse. After all, Amelia had helped her so much. Forget about afternoon tea; she would be willing to cook a whole meal for her!

Later, under Amelia's guidance, Ifia felt like a mouse dropped into a rice bin.

On the rectangular table, exquisite silver trays displayed delicate desserts—macarons, buttery pastries, mousse cakes, and incredibly delicious fruit scones. Ifia couldn't help but feel extremely fortunate!

After sitting down, the waiter brought custom-made red tea, rich in fragrance and delightful to taste.

Indeed, Amelia had some serious connections!

Thinking about the red velvet cupcakes she reluctantly bought for lunch, compared to these pastries, not only in appearance but also in taste, they fell significantly short. The small cupcakes cost three silver coins each, and these pastries were definitely more expensive.

Putting a forkful of cake into her mouth, Ifia closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Her smile revealed dimples, as delightful as the desserts. Looking into Amelia's shining eyes, she prepared to reciprocate, "Amelia, when I have money in the future, I'll cook a whole meal for you!"

Seriously speaking, Ifia, who couldn't succeed in many things, had never given up on cooking. She even had some talent for it.

Unfortunately, being from a wealthy family, Ifia found it too tiresome to spend time in the kitchen. Her grandfather insisted that she learn the family's traditional culinary skills, showcasing them during holidays, giving off a festive vibe.

However, there was no denying that her culinary skills were quite good.

As for why she had to wait until she had money…

In the Sith Empire, the spices from the mysterious East were ridiculously expensive, not to mention some rare and costly vegetables. Everything required money!

"Okay, I'm really looking forward to it!"

After enjoying a satisfying afternoon tea from Amelia, and watching the steward approach with some news, Ifia bid farewell with great tact. Unbeknownst to her, as she turned away, Amelia's smile immediately faded, and her gaze towards the steward turned icy.

Strolling leisurely, the feeling of being pleasantly full was truly enjoyable!

[Warning, someone intends harm to the host, please be careful!]

However, before Ifia could return to her dorm, she suddenly received a warning from the system. Puzzled, she looked around, but aside from trees and flowers, there was nothing else. Where could the danger be coming from?

Perhaps thinking Ifia was unreliable, the system directly outlined the figure in red… If it weren't for witnessing the different attitude of the heiress toward the host, the system wouldn't have bothered to give a warning!

And as Ifia focused, she realized there was someone hidden in the bushes—a member of the short noble family!

Trying to ambush her?

Well, heaven has its paths that one should not tread, and hell has no gates you can't enter.

It's time to reveal her prowess!