Before Diana could sleep, the dormitory attendant sent her an invitation to dinner in the name of her fiancé. At first, Diana was very surprised, she remembered that they had been engaged for more than three years, and Harvey had never invited her to any banquets or meals together, so why would she invite her to dinner now?

After reading the content of the invitation, she sat in front of the desk with her hands crossed, staring at the white paper on the desktop for a long time before writing a reply, she had her own considerations.

"The content of the letter is not intended to be purposeful, and it is also an opportunity to clarify things, and it is hard to believe that The Count of Monte Cristo is really his work."

The white paper soon left a line of upright handwriting, which was more beautiful than the mechanical printing system.

······

In this day and age, it is a hassle to greet guests, especially when inviting guests to the door, and some large mansions have to be prepared a week before inviting guests, first of all, the house is cleaned spotlessly, the servants have to buy good food, and the dining utensils are meticulously packed.

The attitude of greeting a guest is equivalent to the weight of the guest in the heart of the host, which is a basic cultural etiquette.

Although Harvey cleaned the house with a "small miracle", Shirley, the only maid in the mansion, was still busy since the morning. Take out the white tablecloth and cover it, the four opposite corners can not have a little wrinkle, wipe each knife and fork clean with a special cleaning liquid, until it can reflect her appearance like a mirror, and the plates and dining tools are very carefully placed, she seems to be a little busy alone.

To be honest, seeing Shirley's busy appearance, Harvey himself is a little lacking in confidence, he is not good at dealing with a beautiful and strong woman like Diana. Ordinary strong women are okay, pretend to be gestures and sweet words can smoothly eliminate their dissatisfaction, and easily achieve their own goals, Diana has edges and corners that are different from ordinary women, and she is smart enough to sharpen these edges and corners into a sharp sword, which can easily pierce the false faces of others.

At this time, he hoped that his fiancée was an ordinary aristocratic vase, and coaxed him with sweet words and obediently handed him thirty gold baluns.

In the evening, at the beginning of the day, Shirley brought plates of hot meals to the table, which could not be called sumptuous in Harvey's eyes, some chopped roast duck, mashed potatoes, beans, and broth, compared to Chinese food, he was really not interested, and when he missed the food of his hometown, the unfamiliar bell rang from the door in the living room.

The last time I heard the bell was when Harvey Adrian's old friend Jared visited, and it didn't ring more than one hand a year.

Harvey stood up and motioned for Shirley to continue preparing dinner, he straightened out his slim suit to make sure his hair wasn't messed up, and now he looked like a mentally educated man.

"Shirley, how's it going?" Harvey confirms to Shirley one last time.

Shirley, who was arranging the dishes, rarely showed a gentle chuckle: "A wonderful young gentleman. ”

Harvey nodded in satisfaction, came to the door and opened the door, standing in front of Harvey was the same handsome and beautiful girl as always, still wearing a common school uniform, but the soft golden curls and the beautiful face could be seen traces of careful grooming. She tilted her head up, glanced straight at Harvey and then stepped back, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands and bowed, and said in a cold tone: "Good evening, Mr. Adrian." ”

"Good evening, Miss Cromwell, you look so beautiful." Harvira opened the door and took the soft palm she had given her and kissed the back of her hand. In the past few years, the two have met for no more than half an hour, no different from strangers, Harvey has a smile on his face, and his heart has begun to roll around for his embarrassing conversation.

- Damn, she's not herself and isn't the type Harvey can deal with.

Invite her in for dinner, and during the meal, Harvey will find some topics to talk about from time to time, similar to learning how to do something unpleasant recently, and the new ones are all dealt with in a flat manner.

The two of them were almost full, Harvey wiped his mouth with a napkin and saw that Diana had put down the knife and fork, and organized the language to officially get to the point: "Miss Cromwell, you must be puzzled, although I am nominally your fiancé, the last time we met was in the library, it was only to the extent of greeting, why do I invite you to dine with me now." ”

Diana nodded bluntly: "It's true that our relationship is not close, but just the engagement relationship is enough to be a reason to dine together, and if there are other things, I am willing to volunteer to help." ”

Voluntary assistance does not exceed the scope of the obligation.

Harvey looked distressed: "I understand that Cromwell is one of the few people I can trust, I mean I'm caught up in a despicable competition, and I have to ask your help to get out of it." ”

"Leonard Publishing House is calling for papers?" Diana was thoughtful.

"Do you remember?"

Diana's pale blue eyes stared into Harvey's eyes and asked seriously: "One of the published novels uses the background of the Augustinian Kingdom that I recommended to you, please forgive me for being rude, is "The Count of Monte Cristo" a novel written by you?" ”

Harvey looked surprised: "Oh~ You know the name of this novel, I feel very honored. ”

"Of course, this is an excellent novel, and I was attracted to its content, but it is a little hard to imagine that this excellent work could have been written by Mr. Adrian." Diana said in a natural tone, obviously without sarcasm, but the content was quite harsh.

Harvey smiled awkwardly: "Novels don't choose writers, since Miss Cromwell knows that my novel should also know that my work has been rejected in this call for submissions, my reviewer told me that The Count of Monte Cristo was rejected because this award has already been decided, and neither he nor I can tolerate it, which is a blasphemy against literature." ”

He sighed, paused and complained indignantly: "My reviewer intended me to publish it at my own expense, and I agreed, I need to correct the name of my work." However, we have a dilemma before us in this matter, and since we have chosen to publish it at our own expense, we have to bear a considerable expense, which is really ashamed, given that the wealth of the Adrian family is not enough to cover this cost. ”

Harvey just found a random reason to ask for money, and the cost of self-funded publication was originally borne by Puran, and he was responsible for finding some sponsors.