aristocratic engagement

Several people looked at each other in silence for a while, Annie couldn't help but broke the deadlock: "You already know?"

"Fire in Phoenix? Yes, we just came back from there." The count strode in, followed by Rommel.The two sat down directly on the sofa in the reception area of ​​the suite very bluntly.

Du Li hastily lit a few more candles, now is the season when the fireplace is needed for heating and lighting.

Annie took the letter and sat down on the single sofa next to the two elders.

"The earl and I came back from Manchester today and were invited to visit the factory area. I didn't expect such a thing to happen." Seeing that the earl had no intention of explaining, Rommel took the initiative to start the conversation, "When we arrived, the fire It has been contained and the area of ​​the fire is slowly shrinking."

"But your clothes..." Annie frowned, "It was burnt, did you also participate in the firefighting? Were you injured?"

Rommel raised his hand, fiddled with the scorched brown hem of the burnt sleeve, and said indifferently: "Accident, just an accident."

"Well, he didn't notice the tongue of flames on a dead branch at hand. It's hard to believe that he was that hard-to-serve Herr Jung Rommel who was playing the factory owners around in Manchester! No If you knew it, you thought it was some brat!" Earl Fitzwilliam snorted coldly.

Rommel shrugged his shoulders and did not argue.He looked away from the count, and met Anne's eyes, wrinkling his nose.

"You came back from Phoenix too? I won't ask if you're okay. You look fine now."

"How? Have you found the culprit?" The count sat up straight.

Annie nodded, then shook her head again.

She bowed her head to organize her words, and slowly told them what happened and experienced in the factory area today.

When Rommel and the Earl heard that she had gone to the factory area with Alan Egerton, they both showed surprise expressions of "unexpectedly".Annie didn't shy away from her relationship with Allen. Regarding the entanglements between Allen and the Bridgewater family, she felt that these two knew no less than she did.

"So, Mr. Brown betrayed you, betrayed Phoenix?" The earl's eyes became sharp.

"It seems so, but I always have a feeling that this is not the final truth."

"You don't want to say that you think Mr. Brown 'had to' do such a thing?" Rommel sneered, "I don't know when you became so innocent?"

"You shouldn't doubt my 'ruthlessness'. If I were a kind person, I should have returned to the manor early to be a noble lady who was up for sale, instead of running around in London."

"But I have to say that your management methods are too gentle, which makes people dare to take risks."

"Because I regard them as human beings." Annie shook her head wordlessly.

In later generations, she would already be called an unscrupulous boss.But in this era when capitalists and factory owners are endlessly squeezing workers, she provides a stable home, stable income and clear working hours... It is a thorn in the flesh for other factory owners.

"Your kindness will become a sharp weapon for the enemy to stab you. Look, this is Mr. Brown's reward for you!" The earl's deep voice could not conceal his anger and sarcasm.

Annie laughed to herself.

"What did the Klub store manager say?" Rommel asked.

Anne got up and came to the desk, picked up the letter from the Klub store manager: "I'm about to read it."

Still in the gloomy and dark hotel room, Anne was wearing a cloak, sitting behind the desk, waiting for the "guest" to arrive.

Suddenly, the noise of fighting came from outside the window. Du Li walked quickly to the window, frowning and watching the movement downstairs.After the voice gradually weakened, he turned to the person behind the desk and said, "That Brown wanted to struggle and escape, but he has been subdued."

"Hmph, do you think he knows who he has offended?" Mr. Richter's extremely indifferent voice sounded under the cloak.

Du Li dared not speak.She opened the door and came to the suite outside, and said to Mr. Smith on the sofa, "Here we are." Mr. Smith jumped up from the sofa, bowed slightly to Du Li in a graceful manner, and then stood behind the door of the suite.

The noise behind the door was getting closer, and Du Li and Mr. Smith exchanged glances before returning to the inner room.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! Do you know who my uncle is? If you let him know, none of you will have a good life!" The young man shouted arrogantly and fearfully, "Help! Kidnapped! Killed!"

What he doesn't know is that the hotel is now cleared, and everyone is only taking orders from the mysterious Mr. Richter.

No one "kindly" reminded him.

The door was kicked open violently, and the young man was brought in cursingly by two burly men with their wrists locked behind their backs. He exuded a disgusting mixed smell of alcohol and perfume, and his clothes were disheveled, as if he came from some wandering warbler. ripped off the boat.

The well-mannered lean gentleman stood inside the door and showed him a polite expression with a half-smile.The young man froze for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, a trace of fear and disgust appeared in his eyes, and he struggled even harder.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Mr. Smith nodded with the big guys who turned against him, and made an invitation gesture.

In the next second, there was only a "click", and screams and crying broke out like killing a pig.The young man stared at his arm, horrified to find that he couldn't control his arm, and it hung down at a strange twisted angle.

Before he could react, a foot kicked hard on his back.A mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and he was about to curse habitually, when he raised his head, he found that the door behind him was suddenly closed, and his eyes were completely dark, only a trace of blood was exposed under the closed door behind him. light.

"Richard Brown is your uncle?"

A sharp and gloomy voice came from the darkness.

The young man was startled, he forgot the pain, and waved his other hand in front of his eyes helplessly, but he couldn't touch or see anything.

"Answer me." The voice sounded again, with some cold anger.

"Yes... yes!" The young man moved back in fear.

"your name."

"Charles, Charles Brown."

After Charles Brown finished speaking, he swallowed, and the smell of blood in his throat made his heart lift.

There was a dead silence in the darkness, and Brown, who didn't get a response, shuddered and shivered.Suddenly, his nose smelled a trace of burnt smoke, Charles Brown seemed to have thought of some terrible picture, and yelled in horror.A scalding pain came from the hem of his trousers. He ignored the dislocated arm and the pain of hemoptysis, and rolled crazily on the ground trying to extinguish the flames.

In the light of the fire, he saw a black cloak float before his eyes.

Seeing the flames rushing to his upper body, a biting cold poured down from the top of his head.Charles Brown couldn't help trembling, crying and laughing, and lost his language function in an instant.

The flame was extinguished with a "poof".

"Do you know who I am?" The voice suddenly became soft and ethereal.

Charles Brown shook his head violently, then nodded in a panic. After struggling for a long time, he finally found his voice: "You, you are...Mr. Richter?"

"Ha, so you know who I am. Then you must know why I asked you to drink tea."

Drink, drink tea?

Charles Brown licked his lips, only to realize that the water poured down just now turned out to be good black tea.

He didn't speak in a daze, but was kicked suddenly and fell on the door panel.

"Tell yourself what you did." The voice paused, "Don't try to hide it, since I can find you..." He stopped talking, and something cold and sharp was stuck to his cheek.

The unfinished words made Charles Brown shout: "I say! I say it all!"

This is a story full of resentment and resentment.

Charles Brown was originally the only son of the director of Phoenix, before Phoenix was acquired by Mr. Richter.During a production, Old Brown fell into the running machine and lost his life in the chaotic struggle.Brown Sr.'s younger brother, Richard Brown, took over his job, and...his family, wife and children.

Charles grew up surrounded by gossip, and the workers in the factory kept secret about the Brown Brothers' grievances. Charles hated his uncle, his "father".The distorted childhood made him never regard Phoenix as a writer, but hell.

As an adult, Charles fell in love with a girl. Her father said that as long as Charles can hand over the most lean technology of Phoenix to him, his daughter will become his wife, and Phoenix will become his palm.

He overwhelmed his uncle with drugs and stole the booklet that symbolized his bright future life.

Unexpectedly, when he left Phoenix, his mother, the woman who gave him life and gave him endless shame, stood in front of him.During the dispute between the two sides, he tore off only a small part, and fled in a hurry because he was afraid of being discovered by others.Delivered his spoils to the owner of Davis Textiles.

"Hmph, I'm afraid Davis is not that generous. How can a broken 'cheat book' satisfy his desire?" Mr. Richter has already guessed the next plot.

"...I still have a chance. I love her. I love Miss Davis. Mr. Davis is generous! He promised me that Miss Davis would marry me if I burned Phoenix to the ground. !"

Herr Richter did not want to hear any more, she came to the table and rang the bell.The door was opened from the outside, and Charles Brown fell out along the door unexpectedly, hitting the back of his head on someone's foot.

The light outside the door made Charles Brown, who had been in the dark room for a long time, sting his eyes, and tears came to his eyes.He rubbed his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw the person above his head clearly, his face showed horror.

Even if the man's face was burned by the flames and half of his face was rotten, Charles Brown could recognize him at a glance.

"……uncle."

Looking at the back of Mr. Brown holding onto Little Brown downstairs, Du Li wrinkled her face and said, "I can't see that Mr. Charles Brown can do this for Miss Davis."

"You think he's for Miss Davis?" Annie snorted coldly, taking off her heavy woolen cloak, thinking that she should change into a lighter black cloak, "If he loves Miss Davis so much, , why does he have such a choking and mixed smell of woman's perfume?"

Anne suddenly remembered that that night at Rosings Manor, someone who escaped from the ladies and wives also had a strong and complex smell.

"Oh, man."

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