Chapter 147: Blame Me?
The third more
Although he did not know the allusion to the green hat in Garion's mouth, Sir Freddy walked into the drawing-room and made it clear what he meant.
Sir Freddie sat down on the sofa, took out his quaint and beautiful heather pipe, struck a match, and the burning light lit the spit in the spout, and took a deep breath in front of Garion, and in a moment the whole hall became cloudy and smoky, and Garion had to stand up and open the window.
"I already knew about that little thing between you and my wife. And the of her team of lovers, that naΓ―ve woman, who really thought I didn't know anything. β
Garion's hand paused, he turned his head, smiled and said, "I guess it's useless to hide it now, so let's get straight to the point, I'm willing to quit." β
Anyway, Durex's business is on the right track, and he no longer needs to rely on "selling his body" to expand his sales channels, and he has just severed his relationship with the Duchess.
"No, no, No, Lord Garion, I think you're mistaken."
Sir Freddy stared at the young man in front of him, and even his heart could not help but sour and jealous. He looked at Garion with deep eyes and said slowly, "Do you think I don't know that the whole high society of womanizers is staring at my wife, why do you think I willingly watched her cheat?" To be honest with you, I don't have a relationship with Balanchi, because she can't have children, and she deliberately turns a blind eye to all the flirtatious things she does. Because I still have to rely on her flesh in exchange for political and economic gain. β
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Garion was speechless.
What a selfless internationalist humanitarian spirit of a husband willing to contribute his wife to a shared carriage is such that even Garion couldn't help but raise his finger and say to him, "Your wife is awesome." β
But then Sir Freddy's words took a turn for the worse, and he even took him by surprise.
"I want you to leave Paris now."
"What do you mean?"
Garion asked warily, "Is this revenge?" β
Sir Freddy analyzed their relationship with great dispassion, he could not tolerate the adoration and affection for Garion between his wife's words, and he knew that if this continued, Lady Balanchi would sooner or later part ways with her, or even choose to elope. Before the situation becomes irreparable, he wants to minimize the damage.
"No, because Madame Balanchi has developed feelings for you, and that is the thing I cannot tolerate the most. As I said earlier, she is the equivalent of a channel for me to open up relationships with other powerful people, and now she has feelings for you and is trying to break free from control, which is what I came to you for. β
Garion could tell that his affair with Madame Balanchi had affected Sir Freddy's fundamental interests, and he did not want to lose this cash cow.
"What kind of bastard logic are you?"
Garion said angrily, "You didn't control your wife, and now you blame me for being too attractive?" I could have cut off your wife, but you told me to leave Paris and dream. β
As if expecting this, Sir Freddie took the cheque book from his pocket, took out the pen, and made a gesture to write on it. Before he put pen to paper, he added, "Don't say that, I'll compensate you for the loss, huh...... How about three hundred thousand francs? As long as you don't show up in Paris, it's all good. β
Garion didn't speak.
Sir Freddie gritted his teeth and said, "I'll add another hundred thousand!" β
"I'll give you 500,000 to get out of my house."
Now Garian is not a poor sour literati who has never seen the world, relying on the profits of the Durex brand, taking out 500,000 is nothing.
Sir Freddy's expression was unnatural, and Garion's attitude annoyed him. However, on the surface, he pretended to be calm and suppressed the anger in his chest.
Seeing Garion's stubbornness, he shook his head helplessly. "This is an ultimatum, Lord Garion, I know you are thriving in Paris, but don't forget that everything you have can be lost at any time." β
"Walk slowly, don't send."
Garion unceremoniously got up to see off the guest, shoved Sir Freddy out the door, and added.
"Finally, I also have a word for Sir Freddy, Paris is not what you say, it is the Bonaparte royal family who says."
Sir Freddy stood in the doorway, angrily tearing the blank cheque to shreds.
"Since Your Excellency Garion is unwilling to agree, then don't blame my men for showing no mercy."
His wife's infatuation with Garion has become an unstable factor that threatens his interests.
Recently, he has been looking for someone to investigate Galian's background, and there must be an ulterior secret behind a man's rise from Paris, a place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, in a year's time.
And he also wants to seize the real hammer between Garian and the revolutionary party, forcing him to leave here in embarrassment.
Sir Freddy's extensive background checks on Garion were not substantial, but when he saw certain details, doubts began to arise in his mind, and each file pointed his political force on the side of the revolutionaries and republicans, and he began to question the literati's loyalty to the Bonaparte royal family.
No, from the very beginning, Garion didn't seem to have been loyal.
For example, after he entered the central prison and was released, there was a massive riot. After his banishment to Rouen, there was a large number of workers' demonstrations in Rouen, which could be believed to be a coincidence, but many times, Sir Freddie had to suspect that Garion was behind the scenes.
The greatest irony is that the guests of honor of the Bonaparte family turned out to be revolutionaries.
However, these are all rumors, and there is no substantial evidence. It wasn't until he saw a newspaper article about the shooting of Congressman Bodin in 1852 that he urged the people to offer flowers to the brave Republican congressman. He also said that this commemorative event was funded by a celebrity who did not want to be named.
"Celebrities who don't want to be named?"
Sir Freddie looked at the news, and suddenly thought of something, and he hurriedly sketched out the place where the commemoration was to be held, read the article again, and after making sure that nothing was missing, he picked up the coat on the coat rack and prepared to go out.
Sir Freddie was acutely aware that there was a secret here.
He had to go to the scene to get the most accurate first-hand information. And he had a hunch that the commemoration of the Commissar Bodin would definitely anger the Parisian authorities.
Because the republicans are inciting the population against the current government of Napoleon III!