Swept away by the gloom of yesterday's scolding by his father, Monsieur Maurice de Beauvang stayed quietly in the shade of the Tuileries Gardens, looking out at the road from afar, his eyes full of joy and anticipation.

As the sunset got closer to the distant building, he became more and more nervous, and frequently took out his pocket watch to check the time. When he began to feel a little anxious, the carriage engraved with the Duke of Treville's family coat of arms finally came, and he hurriedly greeted it with a smile.

The carriage soon stopped, but before he could rush to the door and stretch out his hand to help, the people inside came straight down, which made him feel a little sorry in his heart - if only he had run faster!

In order not to give the other party a chance to help her, Charlotte deliberately instructed the coachman to stop the carriage before the gentleman ran over, and it seems to be working well.

She walked down with her skirt in her own hands, and then opened her little parasol with her silk gloves in her hands.

Then, with her usual smile, she walked over to the only son of the great banker.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Beauwon."

Her smile made Maurice's heart flutter again, and he bowed courteously.

"Good afternoon, Miss Treville."

"You seem to have been waiting for a long time," Charlotte said with a laugh, "I'm not late, am I?" ”

"I didn't have to wait long, you arrived on time. Besides, the most beautiful woman in France has the right to be late. Morris hurriedly continued to pay his respects.

I have to say that he is still quite handsome, with his courteous and flattering words, coupled with his status as the heir to the big banker (which is perhaps the main reason). The combination of the three is very lethal to ordinary women, no wonder this playboy is not very old, but he is already well-known in the social scene.

But. It's a pity that he was facing Charlotte, and Charlotte was not moved by such sweet words at all.

Charlotte kept her contempt and impatience deep in her heart, and coped with Baron de Beauwon's son with an unchanging smile.

"That's a nice thing to say." She narrowed her eyebrows slightly, looking very useful, "But, let's get down to business first." ”

"Business?" As soon as he heard the word, Morris's good mood almost disappeared. He remembered again the terrible way his father had been angry that day, "This...... Uh......"

"What's wrong, don't you remember? The ...... of that mine project"

"Uh...... Of course I remember. "I can't hide it. Morris had no choice but to tell the truth, "After you told me that day, I went to ask my father yesterday, and he told me that everything was going well. It'll just be a few more months......"

"Did he tell you that?" Charlotte asked.

"Hmm. That's it, he said don't worry, everything is under control......" Morris looked at Charlotte with some embarrassment.

Mademoiselle Treville was still smiling at him, but he felt that this Duchess's smile was different from the previous smiles, but he couldn't feel the difference.

It seems that he didn't ask anything.

Baron de Beauwon, it seems, knew his son well, that he was useless and easily manipulated.

"Oh, I see......," Charlotte seemed relieved, "since your father said so." That shouldn't be a problem, it looks like I'm just worrying about it for nothing......"

Then she smiled and nodded at him. "Xiexie you. Morris. ”

The apprehension in Maurice's heart was quickly replaced by ecstasy, for it was the first time that Mademoiselle du Duchess of Treville, whom he had longed for for a long time, had called him by his first name, instead of the cold "Monsieur de Beauwon".

"This ...... This is me...... What should I do......" He replied busily, even his voice trembling a little.

Charlotte ignored him, and the two continued their walk along the flower garden, making small talk about the latest social news from time to time.

After estimating that the time was right and that it was no longer rude to say goodbye, Charlotte took out a blue enamel pocket watch inlaid with small pearls from her bosom and looked at the time.

"Ah, it's all this time," she said, looking up at Morris again, "I have a little more to do in the afternoon......

"Oh, that's okay, of course, you can do it." Morris was still basking in the joy he had just had.

"So, take your leave!" Charlotte smiled and saluted him again, then turned and walked slowly towards her carriage with her umbrella in hand.

Looking at the charming back of Miss Duke, Maurice had an impulse for no reason - today's "victory" gave him too much confidence.

"Miss Treville, I may have a ball at my house recently, could you please invite you to come and see it?"

After saying that, his heart beat suddenly, and he secretly regretted his impulsiveness.

Mademoiselle Duchess of Trevier still walked slowly forward, seemingly unaware.

Just as his heart had sunk to the bottom, the young lady suddenly turned her head back, and her smile was as warm as spring.

"I probably haven't had time to attend the prom lately. But I'm probably going to pay a visit to your father lately, for I've been known to him for a long time, and I've always wanted to talk to him about business, so don't let me come when the time comes. ”

Morriston was overjoyed.

"Absolutely!"

“xiexie。” Miss Tréville saluted gracefully again, and then turned to leave.

Thank God! Thank you, Father! Morris felt that he had never adored his father so much.

But he couldn't notice that the smile of the lovely Miss Treville had completely folded when she turned around, and only the endless cold remained.

Something is wrong, something is really wrong.

Since participating in the investment of this project, Charlotte has been a little vaguely uneasy in her heart, so she has also re-inquired in many ways, and Zuihou even thought of using Baron Beauwang's son to tempt.

As a result, her uneasiness was not only not eliminated, but became more and more intense.

The project, which originally looked like it was waiting to make a fortune, is now covered with layers of gray fog. The more ominous shadows made her feel more and more uneasy.

She learned about this project by chance from Morris and encouraged her grandfather to participate, after a period of investigation. The money has been transferred to the account over there. If something really went wrong, it was obvious that the Duke of Treville's family would suffer a great loss because of her, a consequence that Charlotte could not afford.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a little scared in her heart.

………………

The powerful Miss Perriette did not disappoint Charles, and only at noon the next day he received a letter from her.

"Dear friend, at your request. I have made a preliminary investigation into the matter and have obtained the following information:

Although Baron de Beauvang was rumored to be involved in this project, his silver horn was not guaranteed. The project was financed by another bank. And this silver number is not directly responsible for the project.

The specific purpose of this is a local silver account in the province of Lorraine, which has been operating in the local area for many years and has good credit.

Here's what we've learned so far.

If you need to borrow money from me to participate in this project, I personally recommend waiting and seeing. Find out more before you consider it. Because as far as I can see, there are still a lot of ambiguities to understand.

Your friends

Caterina de Perriette"

After reading the letter, Charles couldn't help but feel angry.

Because he has completely understood.

Naturally, this borrowing does not need to be considered.

What is "good credit", and who can guarantee that the credit will continue to be good in the face of huge sums of money? It's not one or two who absconded with the money, and if others don't know how to do it, will this famous banker be so gullible? Apparently they weren't going to take responsibility for the risk in the first place!

Even the Shire, who were not particularly knowledgeable in their previous lives, knew that this was a common fraud in the 19th century, and that there were many people who did it in railway engineering, land speculation, and mineral development, but very few could play it on this scale. I guess they were all deceived by the prestige of the surname De-Beauwang, just like grandpa.

I didn't expect De-Bowang to deceive himself. It's unforgivable!

Charles was not angry that Baron Beauwang was committing fraud, bankers have been synonymous with cheating people and not spitting out bones since ancient times, and he was angry that his family was almost fooled and lost his family's savings.

Forget it, there's no point in getting angry, anyway, I haven't invested money in it yet, so I don't have to cry when the time comes. Charles suppressed his anger and comforted himself in his heart.

Thinking of this, he unexpectedly remembered the baron's gentle face, and the conversation he had had with him at the exhibition that day. This guy is seriously thinking about national affairs, thinking about how to make the country's economic policy more reasonable; On the one hand, he has no scruples about scheming, how to make people bankrupt...... It's a contradiction.

No, it's not a contradiction, that's what the capitalists are.

Forget it, no matter what he is, this incident should not have happened, fortunately he did not suffer any losses. Charles decided to explain the matter to his grandfather later, and then tell him to discourage any idea of getting involved in the project.

At this very moment......

"Smack"!

A stone struck the shutter, leaving an unsightly smudge on it, and the shutter swayed slightly, making an unpleasant hissing sound.

What the?

"Smack" "Slap" "Slap"

Before Charles could react, several more rocks hit the blinds.

Where are the dead kids playing this prank?

The Marquis's mansion was not large, and the study of the Charles faced the alley outside, and the wall was only a few steps away from the mansion, so people on the street could throw stones directly onto the windowsill.

Annoyed, Charles hurriedly left his desk and walked to the window, and then quickly lowered his head at the last moment, and a stone flew in against his hair.

A moment of afterglow is enough.

He found a carriage parked on the side of the road, and it was not a child who threw stones there, but a ...... Coachman.

Anger made him stand in front of the window again, and he ignored the executor, but yelled at the man next to him.

"What are you doing crazy!"

It seemed that seeing Charles's somewhat embarrassed appearance when he was hiding from the stones just now, Charlotte smiled very happily, it was the kind of smile that was genuine, heartfelt, the kind of happy smile when the two of them played her prank together when they were a child.

"Who told you to let the porter say he's not there!" (To be continued......)