The Strongest Beast Tamer With the Strongest System-Chapter 75: Beautiful

"Trust me, you’ll be safe. Margaret is no longer interested in becoming a Beast Tamer," Leonardo said to the student.

"Really?" The boy was surprised to hear that, as Margaret was the one he feared the most.

"If I wanted your class, you wouldn’t have even made it back to school... Leonardo has already experienced that, right, Honey?"

A woman’s voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Margaret appeared with several of her followers—though Emma was not among them—wearing a faint smile.

The other students were stunned when they heard what she called Leonardo.

Even Thomas froze.

Leonardo’s claim had only been a claim until now—they hadn’t seen how the two interacted directly.

Now, it was clear what their relationship was.

Margaret stepped into the classroom and glanced at Thomas.

Just when people thought she would ignore him, she suddenly spoke.

"Harper, remember this—your empty dream will never become reality. Not even once have I ever thought about being with you. In my eyes, you’re not even worthy of being my friend. Don’t mistake my slight friendliness for goodwill—I only ever intended to use you. And now I’ll remind you: don’t try to interfere with Leonardo’s life, or I’ll use everything I have to take revenge."

"..."

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Even Leonardo hadn’t expected Margaret to say something like that to Thomas.

For any man in love, this wasn’t just a mental blow—it was like having his heart torn apart.

Thomas gasped.

Not only did he feel trampled on, he felt humiliated.

His face flushed red with shame, and his eyes showed clear pain.

"Harvey, are you saying all this just to please him?" Thomas responded.

His mentality was far stronger than expected.

Even in this situation, he was still able to reply.

Of course, perhaps it was also because what he felt toward Margaret wasn’t entirely pure love, but rather ego—the desire to possess the most beautiful woman and her body.

This was common among young masters from elite families.

Still, even without pure love, it was painful.

"There’s no need to think about it. How about you leave now? Oh right—stop asking your father to contact mine about an engagement. You have no idea how many times your father has embarrassed himself from being rejected," Margaret said, finally looking away from him.

This time, Thomas’s expression worsened.

He couldn’t say anything anymore.

In the end, he shot Leonardo a resentful glance before leaving.

Leonardo didn’t care, nor was he afraid of him at all.

At most, Thomas was only around Level 20 or slightly higher—no longer a threat to him, unlike before when he had been weak and could only run.

At worst, his family might cause trouble, since they had strong influence over the military.

But even that wouldn’t be so easy now.

When Leonardo looked at Margaret, he saw a faint smile on her lips.

"Kid, what’s your name?" Margaret asked the student.

Calling him "kid" wasn’t just because she was two years older—it was because he looked very young.

"Enzo... Enzo Walker..." the student replied, still nervous in front of Margaret.

He still wasn’t sure whether Margaret was just pretending not to want his class.

Margaret ignored his hesitation and said, "You probably can’t afford a monster egg. Even if you could, it would be a poor-quality one."

"Mm... yes... My mother works as a restaurant waitress," Enzo admitted his humble background.

It wasn’t hard to tell.

He was neat and clean, but everything he wore was of the lowest class.

"Quite unfortunate... Join me. I’ll sponsor you and help you grow. How about it?"

"Yes, I’ll join..." Enzo was quite happy to hear Margaret’s offer.

It was his only chance, and he could only hope she didn’t have any hidden schemes.

Of course, he wasn’t brave enough to refuse her invitation.

Others would punish him for such disrespect.

Margaret then looked at Leonardo.

"What about this? You don’t mind, right? You only wanted this kid to be safe so he wouldn’t go through what you did," she said.

"Yeah..." Leonardo replied.

His goal was simply to ensure the boy’s safety, not to raise him.

Originally, he had considered helping him a little at the start—but it was better for Margaret to handle that.

"We’ll start tomorrow," Margaret said to Enzo.

After that, she suddenly grabbed Leonardo’s hand.

Leonardo had no choice but to follow her, not knowing where she was taking him.

They eventually arrived at the parking area.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It’s almost evening... We’re going to a clothing store. I’ve already ordered a dress for myself and a suit for you," Margaret replied.

"You ordered a suit? Do you even know my size?" Leonardo asked.

"Don’t underestimate my calculation ability. Just from hugging you, I already know your measurements."

Leonardo, "..."

The clothing store Margaret referred to was located in the mall beneath their apartment.

It sold suits and dresses, but the luxurious clothes on display were only samples.

This wasn’t a store that sold ready-made clothing—it custom-made them for customers, tailored by high-quality designers.

Even though she was wearing a school uniform, Margaret was immediately greeted by the manager, a polite and elegant middle-aged woman.

Her order had already been neatly packaged—two premium boxes handed to her personally.

Leonardo didn’t know their exact price, but judging by the store’s luxury, the cost could easily reach tens of thousands for a single dress.

After picking up the clothes, Margaret took Leonardo to dine at a high-end restaurant in the mall.

As evening approached, they returned to their respective apartments to change.

Leonardo opened his box—it contained a shirt, a suit, and formal trousers.

The quality was clearly different—the stitching was flawless, and the fabric gleamed.

When he touched them, they felt incredibly comfortable, soft like a beautiful woman’s skin.

He felt a bit lazy to shower since he hadn’t done anything strenuous.

Even so, he still did.

This was an elite gathering.

Being clean wasn’t enough—he needed to look fresh.

Margaret hadn’t been exaggerating—everything fit him perfectly.

Standing in front of the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel like a reincarnated prince.

Not only did he look refined, he also appeared authoritative yet relaxed.

After fixing his hair, he shook his head, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Not because something was wrong—but because it felt too perfect, not matching his usual style.

He wasn’t a prince, but an orphan who had struggled to survive.

After thinking it through, he removed the suit, leaving only the shirt with the top buttons open, and slightly messed up his hair.

That suited him much better.

Margaret had said she wouldn’t take long, but even a short time for a woman felt long to a man.

Leonardo waited outside, smoking until he finished three cigarettes before she finally came out.

She wore a tight blue off-shoulder dress.

It wasn’t just luxurious—Leonardo could see fine details woven into the embroidery.

The lower part wasn’t as tight as the upper part, allowing her to move gracefully.

Her high heels were equally eye-catching—like Cinderella’s glass slippers, but even better.

Her blonde hair was tied up, slightly messy so she didn’t look older.

Her long earrings were no longer gold, but entirely made of sparkling diamonds.

Her necklace was made of small connected diamonds, with a light blue diamond pendant hanging below.

Even her left hand wore three gold bracelets.

Leonardo didn’t know the total value—but it could easily be in the millions.

Extremely luxurious—yet perfectly fitting her overwhelming beauty.

Her makeup made her skin glow.

No one could forget such a beautiful face.

Especially when she smiled—it was intoxicating.

"Honey, why aren’t you wearing the suit? Don’t you like it?" Margaret asked, slightly surprised.

"It doesn’t match my style," Leonardo replied honestly.

"True..." Margaret nodded. "You suit just the shirt—handsome and wild. Too neat makes you look like someone else..."

"You don’t mind?"

Leonardo would always follow his own preference—but if she didn’t mind, even better.

"I just prepared everything. What if I only bought a shirt and you wanted a suit?" Margaret said with a soft laugh.

"Besides, most men wear suits at the event. You might want to be like them—but it’s fine if you don’t."

"I see... This is more comfortable. By the way, you look incredibly beautiful," Leonardo said.

"Wasn’t I always beautiful?" Margaret laughed.

"This is on a different level... No wonder so many people want you."

"You should be proud. Tonight, everyone will know this beauty belongs to you."

"..."

When they went down to the parking area, a luxurious Mercedes was already waiting, along with a bald driver.

He was speechless upon seeing Margaret—but when he saw her holding hands with Leonardo, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"What’s wrong, baldy?" Margaret asked.

"Miss... you?"

The driver had likely seen Margaret invite Leonardo to drink Dragon Blood Wine before, but didn’t know what happened afterward.

Seeing them now like a couple was hard to believe.

"Have you never seen someone my age dating?" Margaret replied coldly.

"Open the door."