The Male Lead's Fake Sister

Chapter 43

In fact, it was quite obvious. She only needed to wrack her brain a little.

She knew that Crow wanted to quit this mission the moment he brought up the orders.

To think that he came to complain just a day after the order was given.

She could see through him well.

'If he really wanted to do it, he could've tried it for a few more days.'

And he wouldn't say that he couldn't do it so lightly.

She could read him so clearly that asking him was unnecessary.

He followed Ravia's orders so far, so he must be thinking that Ravia wouldn't be able to say anything even if he wanted to withdraw..

Unfortunately, Crow didn't know Ravia.

Because Ravia made him do what he said he couldn't do.

When playing chess, other people read the enemy's movement using a brilliant tactic or a remarkable insight, but Ravia observed the opponent's hand first.

The enemy's habits, what words could shake them, and what variables could make them move.

'If it were someone else, I would have bribed them with money.'

Ravia knew that Crow was motivated by emotion rather than money. To emphasize that, Crow always warned her whenever she made a dangerous move.

Therefore, Ravia instilled some conviction in Crow.

Conviction that the path he was going down was not wrong.

'With this, I don't have to worry about Crow for a while.'

There was only one left now.

Early in the morning, before the sun had completely risen, Ravia went down the stairs.

Her destination was neither a restaurant nor a garden.

It was the annex where she had spent time together with Tidwell.

She opened the annex door to discover a man sitting under a ceiling that was high enough to remind her of a cathedral.

It was impossible for Ravia to know what was hidden under the beautiful mask.

“Good morning, Sister.”

Her younger brother.

Ravia grimaced faintly. She thought Tidwell would come here after her.

'I didn't expect you'd be here first.'

Whatever the case, Tidwell moved just as she had anticipated.

Ravia had been ruminating about it. Tidwell was the only variable that Ravia couldn't predict.

It became a problem when that variable was her opponent in the chess play.

'It's totally a performance.'

Scoffing internally, Ravia's eyes sought Tidwell and the simple tea set in front of him.