Gabrielle waved her hand and wanted to leave, but she got the opposite of what she wanted.

Mr. Black stopped her, "I'm sorry to offend you. Before the Lord comes, you cannot go anywhere."

"Lord?" Gabrielle had not been relieved from the information now and felt that it was not suitable for her.

Who was the Lord?

Gabrielle stood still with her hands held in front of the chest. When Mr. Black stood in front of her, her imposing manner weakened.

"Before you show up, it's he who has taken care of the nation's affairs."

Gabrielle didn't understand and looked at him with confusion, "You can pretend I never show up. Let him continue to take care of the affairs."

After that, she said, "You can think that all this is an illusion. I'm just a vision in your eyes."

That's it.

"Obviously, I can't do it." Mr. Black smiled in a low voice. This female was cute, but this also did not affect the fact that she was the king. They have been looking for the person who could summon wolves for decades.

The appearance of Gabrielle would inevitably change the fate of the nation.

Gabrielle was the soul of the nation. It seemed that something would happen in the north.

Gabrielle wanted to quit. What did they want?

"If you do this again, I'll call the police." She gave Mr. Black a dissatisfied look.

Mr. Black couldn't help laughing, "You don't know who is standing in front of you?"

Besides Gabrielle, there was no one who was more senior than the president.

Gabrielle pouted angrily, and she reached out to pull him away. However, at the same time, someone outside the door walked in, "President, the Lord is coming."

Is that the one who took care of the affairs for her?

Gabrielle stubbornly denied the fact. She was very dissatisfied with this kind of chaos.

Outside the door, she heard the sound of shoes stepping on the floor. She has felt that person's strong and powerful aura.

Before the person appeared, Gabrielle could not help but shake.

According to Mr. Black, the Lord was inferior to her. What was she afraid of?

This weak sense of superiority supported Gabrielle.

She saw a tall figure appear and came in from the door.

She couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she felt this man must be a legend.

Later, she heard the story of him from others. The man could hang traitors and punish foreigners. The elites exiled in other countries all knelt to him. Then she knew he was really a legend.

He came to her step by step. Gabrielle only felt that the surrounding air has solidified.

Gabrielle was so surprised that her mouth has always been open.

Her first thought was that she wanted to say fuck.

The second thought was that she had seen this man.

The third thought led her to look behind the man. There was no one but the man and his bodyguards.

The man came to her, bowed his head to show respect, and said, "Your Grace."

If what Mr. Black had just said to her was a joke, what the man in front did to her simply let her have no courage to question anything.

He bowed his head. The scar made him ferocious.

"Eric?" Gabrielle remembered his name. His ferocious look made her recognize him at first sight.

"Your Grace." Although Eric lowered his head, it didn't affect his fierce aura.

"You shouldn't..." Shouldn't he have gone back to A Country with Jackson? Why was he here?

What did O's Clam have to do with the nation of wolves?

Eric was expressionless as if he were born without expression.

"How dare I not be there?" He said with awe.

"Then..." Gabrielle wanted to ask about Jackson, but finally, she held back. He has gone back to finish his marriage. Why did she want to mention him again?

Gabrielle, could you make something of yourself?

She pinched herself secretly and said, "Well, I've just heard something about the nation, and I think it's..."

Speaking of this, Gabrielle coughed and continued to say, "I think you have misunderstood. Even if I learned to train wolves, it doesn't mean I'm interested in the position as a king."

Hearing her words, Eric said, "When you learned to train wolves, you had no choice any longer."

"How could that be?" Gabrielle stood in front of Eric. She did not even dare to look up at him. Even though he was handsome, his ferocious look made her frightened.

She was only nineteen years old, and she has not lived enough, so she spoke with caution even though she was superior to him.

"I know myself well. I'm weak and thin, but you are different. You are strong and powerful. You are more suitable to be the king, and you have been taking care of the affairs for such a long time."

"If you are afraid of me, I can give you all the rights," Eric said with determination.

"No, you misunderstood me." Gabrielle waved her hand.

Was there a problem with her expression?

"I mean, I don't want to be a king. I just want to go back to A Country."

Eric darkened his face and then said, "You mean you want to leave the nation to me?"

Gabrielle quickly nodded.

"I'm afraid not."

"Why not?" Was there any reason?

Eric said, "If so, there is only one possibility."

Gabrielle finally saw there was hope, but she didn't understand why he kept her in suspense.

Eric stared at her and said, "Unless I'm your husband."

After listening to Eric's words, Gabrielle was choked. This kind of plot was really going to choke her to death.

But what was it now?

"Husband?" Gabrielle was strange to this word. Even when she had been with Jackson, she had never thought about this word.

The man's look didn't change. There was no interaction between the two people.

When this question was mentioned, it was extremely awkward.

"Well, I think it's better to forget it, or is there another way?" Although Eric said there was only one possibility, Gabrielle did not want to give up.