118 HIS MAJESTY VS. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS

NEOMA was a little surprised when she met Emperor Nikolai and Saint Zavaroni when she came out of Nero's room.

Gosh, her eyes were still puffy from fake crying.

No wonder the saint looked worried. On the other hand, her Papa Boss's brows furrowed in confusion as if he couldn't believe that she was capable of crying.

Yes, Papa Boss. Neoma the Great also cries. And loses.

"Greetings, gentlemen," Neoma said in a cracked voice. To be honest, it wasn't the proper greeting for the emperor and the saint. But only Sir Glenn, Trevor, and Lewis were there so she didn't care that much. "Nero is throwing tantrums so be careful approaching him."

"Did you two fight?" Emperor Nikolai asked. "It looks like your brother made you cry."

"No, these are tears of joy because I won the fight," she insisted despite her gross runny nose. "I dropped the last words and walked out first so it's my win."