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"Every time you're so kind to me, you bring me bad news," she didn't know whether to tease or blame, she sighed with a wry smile, "This time is no exception." ”

"I'll repay you, Matilda." Mary bowed her head slightly again, "I have always remembered your help to me. ”

"Don't, don't, I don't dare to be your benefactor." Matilda hurriedly waved her hand, still with that strange smile on her face, "In most people's hearts, aren't benefactors more annoying than enemies?" I'll continue to be your friend. ”

"As long as you can be my friend, that's fine." Mary sighed, "Matilda, I know you're still mad at me, but now ......"

"If you want to continue to be my friend, don't talk about it again!" As if touched by something, Matilda's tone suddenly became stiff, "If you don't mention it, I'll forget it." ”

"Okay, okay, then don't mention it." Seeing that Matilda was still haunted by that incident, Mary could only smile helplessly, "I hope I didn't make you too unhappy today." ”

Seeing that the topic suddenly became a little heavy, Mary decided to change the topic and ease the atmosphere a little, "I heard that you are going to hang out with Charles in a few days?" ”

In Mary's eyes, which seemed to be able to see through a qiē, Matilda remained still.

"Where did you hear that? There is no such thing. ”

It wasn't really a hangout, just a visit to Miss Perriette's salon.

"Oh, is it? Maybe I guessed wrong. In the face of such an obvious insincere answer. Mary didn't refute it directly, just shrugged her shoulders slightly. "You must have been bored at home lately, and you should go out and have fun. Breathable, huh? ”

"I'll think about it, thank you." Matilda's answer remained unflawed.

"Then I wish you a lot of fun." Although she was still very calm on the surface, Mary let out a sneer deep inside, and even her tone became a little strange.

"I've been very happy all the time." Perhaps touched by something, Matilda's tone became strange, as if not to be outdone, "If there is no interference, it will be even happier." ”

Mary's smile froze slightly.

"That would be great. I'm glad I can get your hands on it. ”

Before Matilda could have a seizure, she added.

"However, I advise you to be careful not to get yourself into trouble while enjoying the good time of your youth. The nourishment of love can be intoxicating, but it doesn't make a lot of fun if there is anything left behind, especially if it's like ours......"

"Enough! I'll take care of this myself. You don't have to worry about it! Besides, who are you to talk about me? Isn't it the same yourself? It's better to worry about yourself! Although Mary's words were very subtle, Matilda could naturally hear the mystery of it, and that was why. The embarrassment and shyness made her face suddenly redden, and then it turned into a slight annoyance.

After a moment, look at Mary's half-teasing smile. Matilda immediately realized that she had lost her temper.

She settled down, and soon allowed herself to regain her usual reserved and strict sù. However, some residual redness made her strictness greatly discounted. "Thank you for the reminder, I'll pay attention, but you should also be careful yourself, so as not to give the impression that you are only talking about other people's ......"

After sneering at each other, both of them smiled and became happy again.

Teasing and sneering at each other in a group of friendly smiles is exactly how they have always lived.

"Well, goodbye~" Satisfied, Mary smiled and waved her hand, and then finally offered her farewell.

And after she left, the smile on Matilda's face was completely replaced by solemnity. She sat in her chair and thought for a moment before slowly returning to her bedroom.

She was still reveling in the shock of being sent by Mary. I can't think of what I'm supposed to do.

There is one thing, although the two of them didn't mention it, they both tacitly understood it.

The reason why they chose to hide it from Charles for the time being is not only because they are worried that they have guessed wrong, that they have wronged good people, but that their real worries are ...... If this qiē is true, and Charles knows about it, what fate will happen to Fran? I'm afraid that being completely alienated by my brother is light, and if I don't do it, I will face even more terrible dangers.

Fearful of the prospect, they did the same, after a little thought.

But is this really good? Matilda didn't dare to assert, and she didn't even know if the next qiē would get worse.

- I'm afraid it's precisely because of this dilemma that Mary came to confide in herself, so that she could help share the pressure.

What should I do?

Only one thing is certain.

She was more reluctant than Morris's life and death and justice to be in trouble for Charles.

Is there any way to keep the siblings from falling into a terrible situation?

Witnessed by the winter clouds, Matilda was caught in the most complicated thoughts.

………………………………

At this time, of course, Charles didn't know what a lovely woman was afraid of him. He is now in the Élysée Palace, summoned by the President.

Standing next to him was none other than His Excellency Pierre Baroshe, Minister of the Interior, who had been stirred up recently by the murder.

"The murder of the young Monsieur de Beauwang is an extremely heinous crime, and we must find a way to solve it in order to calm the feelings of the people." In front of them, Louis Bonaparte put his hands behind his back and paced slowly, his tone both stiff and cold, "Pierre, is it almost a week, and you don't have anything meaningful to tell us?" ”

"My men...... Leaving no stone unturned in the search for a clue, sir. The minister's oval face was already very ugly at the moment, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and even his voice trembled a little, "I believe it will be ...... soon."

"Believe that it will not be long before they will succeed in turning Paris upside down, and that everyone will be in a state of panic, just because such a case, though very bad, is going to make the people feel that the country is now in great unrest? No, that's not good. The president interrupted the minister, "Pierre, it is good to do justice for society, but there is no need to make a big fanfare, it will only create a bad impression on the people, and it is important for us to stabilize the hearts and minds of the people......"

"What do you mean?" The minister did not react for a while.

"Send all the people of your command who are of incongruous minds to investigate this matter, and let them investigate it as calmly as possible," Charles explained to the minister in a low voice, "and all those who disobey you and the president will certainly be incompetent and unfavorable." ”

The hint is so obvious that no matter how uncertain he is, it is impossible for the Minister of the Interior not to understand it.

"I see," the minister finally came to his senses, then nodded repeatedly, then nodded gratefully to Charles.

Yes, he finally understood.

Apparently, Louis Bonaparte, like him, had no regret for Maurice's death. But this did not prevent him from ostracizing dissidents in the police force in Paris for the sake of poor Monsieur Maurice de Beauvan,

For him, it is a good thing that he can't even find a prisoner now.

"Now that I understand, then I don't have anything to explain to you, so you can do it quickly." Louis Bonaparte seemed to have lost interest in the minister, and waved his hand casually.

The minister, who had been under great pressure, was finally gone, as if he had been granted amnesty, and only Louis Bonaparte and Charles were left in the room.

Louis Bonaparte stood there the whole time, looking thoughtful.

The charr remained respectfully silent, awaiting an inquiry from the future emperor.

"Charles, I don't think you're going to grieve for the death of poor Monsieur de Beauwon, do you?" After a long silence, Louis Bonaparte finally spoke.

"I don't think there are many people who are sad about this," Charles replied with a smile, "except for the big banker himself." ”

"Yes, except for the Baron himself......" The corners of Louis Bonaparte's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was sneering. So, you went to see the baron before? ”

"Yes, I visited him the day after I learned about the murder." Charles didn't wonder how the other party could know about this.

"Well, then, as far as you are concerned, this gentleman ......" Louis Bonaparte frowned slightly, and looked at Charles's gaze that seemed to become sharper, "is he in good spirits now?" I mean, is he still able to keep the same form he was and work with us as a very capable person? I seem to have gotten some not-so-good information here lately......"

Charles understood.

Louis Bonaparte wanted to reassess the need to continue working with Baron Beauvann – the president was no longer as powerful and influential as he once was, and he was no longer dependent on the Baron's support. If the Baron proved to be difficult to govern now, he would be kicked away mercilessly.

Charles calmed down slightly, because his next words would be worth a lot of money.

"When even you think so, I think he's succeeded, sir." (To be continued......)