"What are you asking about? I—I swear, I haven’t laid a hand on any lady since then! I didn’t even tell anyone that you pushed me!"

"What a fine thing to brag about." Tristan scoffed. "Now shut your mouth before I decide to inform your father about all the bribes you’ve pocketed using your family name."

"Ugh…"

"I don’t care how much of an idiot you are. I just want to ask about this signature."

"A signature? How would I know someone else’s sig—oh."

Alex’s eyes widened. So he did recognize it.

Tristan decided to take a gamble on the theory forming in his mind.

"This signature… it’s related to the Sacred Salon, isn’t it?"

"Yeah. It’s a one-time-use signature from the Sacred Salon. It’s made by modifying the unique 1:1 wager ID that’s notarized by the staff."

"So this is a signature used by participants to verify the outcome of a bet in the Salon?"

A small wave of relief washed over Tristan.@@novelbin@@

As long as it wasn’t some secret love letter, he didn’t care what it was.

A bet? They could make as many as they wanted! His wife was allowed to have secret little hobbies, wasn’t she?

…Well, she wasn’t his wife yet.

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