They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 500: Boom. Checkmate. Royal edition.

It was overwhelming.

Nnenna didn’t want it. It felt like too much, too formal, too public. She just wanted a quiet day with the people

she cared about.

She needed someone to talk sense into Queen White. So she went to Somto.

To her relief, he agreed to help.

Although... judging by the odd look on his face, Nnenna wasn’t entirely sure if his reasons were the sas

hers.

Still, she had an ally.

That night, they both made a plan to talk to the King and Queen during dinner.

Whatever it took, they were going to try and stop that party.

Nnenna freshened up and headed downstairs right on time. She always made it a point to be punctual, being

late was impolite, especially in the royal household where even the King and Queen, despite their endless

responsibilities, never kept anyone waiting.

She paused at the mirror near her door, giving herself one last look.

Neat. Composed. Ready.

With a small nod to herself, she opened the door and walked toward the dining hall.

As she approached, the door to the hall slid open, and her steps slowed.

She heard a voice. A very familiar one.

"She doesn’t like pink. Let's go with purple instead," the voice said confidently, laced with gentle amusement.

Queen White's voice followed, warm and appreciative. "Really? I'm so glad you're here to help me. | would've

gone with pink, thinking all girls liked pink."

Nnenna blinked, frowning slightly as she stepped fully into view. Her eyes moved to the left side of the Queen...

and there he was.

Carl.

Sitting comfortably, book open in front of him.

But it wasn’t just any book.

On the cover, bold and unmistakable: Planner.

Her brows lifted.

Planner?

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Planning what?

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, suddenly piecing the puzzle together.

Carl. Sitting beside the Queen. Helping with... colors?

Oh no.

Was he helping her plan the party?

She hadn’t even stepped into the room yet, and somehow she already felt betrayed.

She stopped at the entrance and stared, one brow slowly rising.

Queen White hadn't noticed her yet. She was too engrossed, completely absorbed, jotting down notes with the

kind of intense focus only royalty planning a grand celebration could manage. She was nodding vigorously at

every word Carl said, clearly impressed with his insight.

Beside her, King White sat like a man who had accidentally swallowed a fly. His expression was a mixture of

disbelief, boredom, and suppressed annoyance.

This had been going on for four hours now.

Four. Full. Hours.

His beloved wife, his very own queen, had practically forgotten he existed ever since Carl arrived and sat down

beside her with that cursed planner.

He liked Carl, truly. He always enjoyed the boy’s visits. But right now? He wanted him out. Out of the palace. Out

of the planner. Out of his dinner slot.

If King White didn’t know his wife loved him, he would've sworn she was replacing him with Carl.

That boy was just too damn charming.

It used to be one of the reasons he liked Carl.

Now?

Not so much

He had tried, genuinely tried, to give input. Suggestions about colors, layouts, maybe even a dance floor shaped

like Nnenna’s initials. But each one was swiftly and mercilessly rejected by Queen White with a tone as elegant

as it was ruthless.

What had she said again?

"Oh, dear, your ideas are a bit... aggressively underwhelming."

Brutal.

And yet, every tCarl opened his mouth, it was as if golden ideas fell out like raindrops of divine design. The

Queen clapped. She smiled. She scribbled.

Carl said lavender? Lavender it was.

Carl said fireworks synced to orchestral music? She called the royal orchestra immediately.

Carl said no cake, but a six tiered crystalline fruit sculpture? She ordered a custom made one from the Ice

Artisan Guild before he even finished his sentence.

And the King?

He could only sit there. Jealous. Frustrated. Defeated.

Because as much as it stung, even he had to admit...

Carl's ideas were... better.

Curated. Thoughtful. Aesthetic. Trend aware. Royal party certified.

Blme, the King thought bitterly, blme for not having Carl's flawless taste, calm charisma, and uncanny

ability to read women’s minds before they even speak.

Nnenna, still standing at the door, had seen enough.

She nearly fainted on the spot.

Wait, don’t tellall this is really for—

The planner... the notes... the Queen's excitement... Carl's strategic suggestions...

Her birthday ball?!

And it sounded more massive than Queen White originally said.

She turned sharply toward Somto, silently screaming with her eyes. Didn’t you say you would helpstop this?!

But Somto... looked defeated. Absolutely, utterly defeated. He stared blankly into his teacup, as if trying to

drown himself in it.

She couldn’t understand why he looked so defeated, but the reason had been spinning in Somto’s head for the

past three hours.

Queen White's sharp comeback kept echoing like a curse:

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Boom. Checkmate. Royal edition.

Somto had tapped out since then.

As for Ava?

Useless.

She had happily sailed away on

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With no one left on her side, Nnenna made a silent, desperate decision: Arthur.

Yes. Cold, grumpy, emotionally vacant Arthur was now her only hope.

Just as she was plotting her escape, her presence was noticed.

"Oh dear, you're here!" Queen White beamed the moment she saw her.

Nnenna flinched.

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She waved excitedly like she had just spotted a long lost daughter in a movie scene, then turned to a nearby

servant and gestured for a chair.