Catherine and the Black Emperor

Chapter 92. Gemma's Loyalty

Chapter 92. Gemma's Loyalty

Sergei stepped forward, facing Ekaterina's bright and beautiful face.

They were so close, his cheek almost touching her nose, that he teased, "Then I'll openly admire this beautiful face and alluring red lips."

Ekaterina blushed instantly.

Such a reaction is nothing like that of a married woman; she is clearly a romantic and shy young girl.

In reality, beneath Catherine's calm, composed, and intelligent exterior lay a pure heart untouched by romantic relationships.

Sergei continued to move closer, as if to kiss her.

Ekaterina's heart nearly leaped into her throat.

Such behavior, even if witnessed by a servant, would cause a huge scandal. Peter, on the other hand, would likely not react excessively and might even be happy or cheer.

Just as he was about to kiss Catherine's lips, Sergei suddenly turned his head and his gaze fell on the books on the table.

"So you're watching 'Beauty Tiran'."

Ekaterina exhaled and patted her chest.

"Duke, you've scared me to death!"

Sergei said earnestly, "If this were anywhere else, I would have already kissed you. I guarantee I would have made Your Highness breathless and completely disoriented by my kiss."

Ekaterina gave him a reproachful look.

"This is a French romance novel, isn't it?" Sergei said, looking at the book.

"Have you seen it?" Ekaterina asked in surprise.

Sergei nodded: "That was a long time ago. I remember it was when a French knight-errant went to England, won a great victory in a tournament and battle, and won the heart of the king's daughter."

"Yes, that's right! You really saw it!" Ekaterina was overjoyed.

Sergei smiled slightly. The other party didn't know that he had only started reading the book after discovering that Catherine was reading it, and had only finished reading it last night.

"I love the description of the princess in this book the most. Her skin is so clear that when she drinks red wine, you can even see it slide down her throat," Ekaterina happily shared.

Sergei gazed at the elegant swan neck before him, her snow-white skin prompting him to imagine what the swan neck would look like when she drank the red wine.

7 month.

Peter suddenly went berserk, cracking a thick riding crop in his room.

The victims were the servants.

They ran back and forth in the room, their terrified expressions amusing Peter.

Finally, the suffering of the servants could no longer satisfy him, so he began to target the attendants. He knew who his own people were, so he set his sights on Catherine's attendants—Matrena and Gemma.

When Catherine arrived in a hurry, Peter had already ordered his servants to pin Mattrena and Gemma to the table.

Two beautiful female servants were forced to bend over.

Gemma's skirt had been lifted, revealing her snow-white, shapely long legs.

Just as Peter was about to grab Mattress's skirt, Catherine flew into a rage, rushed over, shoved Peter aside, grabbed the fallen riding whip, and, ignoring the servants' attempts to stop her, was about to lash Peter. Any servant who dared to intervene would be severely whipped.

"Ekaterina, you've gone mad!" Peter shouted.

"You're insane! Don't touch my people, or I'll expose all your secrets and let everyone know about your scandals!" Ekaterina screamed hysterically.

Peter had never seen Catherine so insane; he was terrified and dared not utter a sound.

Gemma and Mattrena, who had been terrified and crying, looked at their owner with immense gratitude.

As Catherine led the two of them away, Peter felt the strange looks from the servants and immediately realized how utterly humiliated he had been.

Having broken free from his fear, he picked up his riding crop and prepared to lash Catherine.

But he was too hasty and lashed himself hard across the face with the whip.

"Snapped!"

Peter had a long, deep gash running down his left cheek, from top to bottom, with blood gushing out.

Catherine glanced back, her expression indifferent, and left with her attendants.

Peter was going crazy in his room because he couldn't face anyone in this state, especially with so many dances and parties lately. His aunt would be furious if she saw him like this.

When Catherine found out, she went to find Peter.

"I fell in the garden of Peterhof Palace before and scraped my face. Dr. Gein applied a layer of lead-white plaster to my wound, and it worked very well."

"Really? Where is it? Give it to me now!" Peter was overjoyed.

"I will give it to you, but you must apologize to my servants and hand over the servants who committed the atrocities with you," Catherine stated her conditions.

Peter turned and walked away, saying, "I'm going to find Guyn. Do I need you?"

Ekaterina replied calmly, "Dr. Gein is not in St. Petersburg. I asked, and he won't be back for at least three months."

Peter turned to look at Ekaterina, who was sitting with her back to him, and walked over aggressively to threaten her.

"Do you know what you're doing? Do you believe I'll sell you, you whore, to a brothel?!"

Ekaterina looked at him with cold eyes, which even flashed with a murderous glint.

Peter was terrified.

He paced back and forth in the room, and before long, he easily abandoned his dignity as a Grand Duke of Russia.

"You can do whatever you want with those servants, but can I skip apologizing?"

"You must go!"

"Okay, take me there."

In Catherine's room, there were only four people: Catherine, Peter, Mattrena, and Gemma. Peter apologized to the two maids, which made them feel extremely uneasy.

After Peter left, Gemma and Mattress both collapsed into Ekaterina's arms, weeping.

They never expected Catherine to protect them so fiercely, even going so far as to confront the Grand Duke and have him personally come to apologize to them—it was simply unimaginable.

Catherine then found Sergei and asked him to help teach the servants a lesson.

She had already spoken sternly to those guys before this.

"The Grand Duke beat you. You are pitiful. I know the Grand Duke forced you to do it, but in reality, each of you enjoyed it. I have already questioned each of you about your actions, and you will receive the appropriate punishment!"

The secret police took the servants away; several of them were already pale, clearly having targeted Gemma's long legs and buttocks.

Secret Committee.

Gemma was summoned here by Sergei. The servants who had taken advantage of her were tied to the execution post and were now covered in blood.

"Are you coming in person?" Sergei asked.

Gemma nodded resolutely.

Sergei gestured with his eyes, and the police captain Yulia handed her a dagger.

Without a word, Gemma walked up to the servants, plunged the dagger into their hearts, and when she pulled it out, blood splattered onto Gemma's face, making her look like a demon who had walked out of hell.

Yulia's eyes were full of admiration, and she couldn't help but say to Sergei, "My lord, I really wish she could be my second-in-command. I would train her to be exceptional; she is a natural-born killer."

Sergei did not agree, and when he saw Gemma out, she seemed hesitant to speak.

Upon reaching the door, before Gemma could speak, Sergei said, "From today onwards, you will only be responsible for Ekaterina."

Gemma watched Sergei turn and leave, then knelt down with a thud, banging her head against the ground.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

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