Ober put the tilted cup down on the carriage table. When he looked at Shahar across the table, there was suspicion and a bit of annoyance in his ash eyes.
"It looks like you've heard the rumors in the street. Who is this guy Yurt?" Ober asked.
"Oh, it seems you don't love her. Then, is she the woman you need for your interests?" Shahar asked.
"Well, If you love, you need her."
"Hummm…. you thought you came to love the woman because you needed her."
Shahar grinned. Be it coincidence or inevitability, his judgement of Ober was very accurate.
Ober clenched his jaw tightly. When he devised this plan, he predicted how Shahar would react, but he realized that Shahar was a very sophisticated guy when he sized him up in person. There was a faint but intense ambition behind Shahar's gentle expression. Ober turned his mouth up, feeling a strong displeasure.