The beautiful blonde girl walked in front of her and made a standard greeting.

She wore a taro-purple blouse and a floor-length gray dress, the white lace slightly exposed on her chest outlined the perfect figure, and the beige long pearl necklace showed off the delicacy and nobility.

Although the face is unfamiliar, it does not prevent the gentlemen of high society from having a good impression of this beautiful aristocratic lady.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, to interrupt your conversation." Shin also smiled softly, gracefully, "I'm a friend of Carl's, Ophelia Lopez. ”

An hour later, she was the only one left by Captain Smith's side. Ishme, under Sim's silent attack, finally ate the closed door, and Smith, concerned about the hidden danger of acceleration and the precious lives of the thousands of passengers on the ship, still listened to her advice to maintain the original speed.

Although he could not persuade him to increase the number of lifeboats, Xin was still relieved, after all, the speed of the ship was also a fatal factor in the original shipwreck disaster.

The next day, tomorrow night the Titanic will hit the iceberg.

She had to speed up and make sure Carl and the rest of the group survived.

Back in the first-class bedroom, Xin also questioned the workers who had been bribed by 001, and found that only one continued to work in the ship's boiler room.

"Trudy, I'm going to go out. Don't follow me, I'll be right back. ”

After greeting the maid, she changed into a complicated dress, put on a light gray trench coat, and strode towards the boiler room at the bottom of the hull.

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“…… I don't know what the federal government thinks......"

"That's what Rockefeller said, but the Supreme Court didn't accept it."

In the smoking room, around the beautifully carved mahogany table, there are five or six consortium tycoons. Most of them are old, and occasionally a few young capitalists appear, and they all look old and serious.

There is only one chaebol here that stands out from the crowd and is not out of place.

He was still young, wearing a clean and beautiful black suit with a white waistcoat and a black bow tie.

Rich experience, unique vision, and every decisiveness in killing have allowed him to dominate the business for many years, sitting on enviable wealth and prestige, and has become the object of men and women seeking after and climbing early.

At this moment, he was listening to the different views of several wealthy people on the field on the Rockefeller consortium case, and finally ended the topic with a timely statement.

“…… It's not under the jurisdiction of the Sherman Department of Justice, so my lawyer will fight for it. ”

He took a puff on his cigar and opened his mouth lightly, his handsome and indifferent eyebrows adding a sultry charm to the smoke.

“…… That's right, Carl. ”

"Oh, good."

The men on the field responded one after another, whether against their intentions or their intentions. Carl understood the hypocrisy on these surfaces, and smiled politely.

“…… By the way, Carl, I heard that you have been very close to a third-class girl recently? An overly thin old nobleman took a sip of wine, but couldn't help but ask his doubts.

In fact, many of the men here were curious about the girl who was pulled by Carl yesterday.

She was too beautiful and too strange. Could it be that Miss Ruth is about to lose the favor of the Iron Tycoon's heir before she is engaged?

"A third-class girl?" Carl couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of that pretty little wild cat, "Maybe you should call her by honor, Miss Lopez." ”

His cold and arrogant gray-green pupils softened for a moment when he was with Xinye, like a tiny vein of ice and snow melting.

“…… What's more, whether it is talent or character, Ruth can't compare with her. ”

The men were all shocked.

Lopez???

Is that the Lopez they think?