aristocratic engagement

The appearance of Rommel and Mr. Bergram caused an uproar.

"Who is that?!" Someone asked in a whisper.

"A distinguished guest from the Continent of Europe, the king's guest!" His companion lowered his voice and exclaimed, "Many years ago he caused a heated discussion in London. He was a friend of the old Earl Fitzwilliam! This year he suddenly turned around. Suddenly, he became a minister of Prussia, and the king treated him like his closest friend, wishing to let him live in the palace, even the prince respected him very much!"

His introduction fell into the ears of everyone without saying a single word, and the sound of breathing came and went.

Annie secretly sighed in her heart, she only knew that Rommel was not what he used to be, but she didn't expect to have such a strong background?

"So, what about that person!"

"That's Bergram!"

"Wow?!"

Although Mr. Bergram is not a distinguished gentleman, his name has long been engraved on every steamship along with Mr. Richter.

His appearance is more convincing than Rommel, after all, he is really Mr. Richter's subordinate and friend.

Thinking of this, the people present looked at the pale girl in the black dress again.

Her figure was so thin that a gust of wind could blow her away; her lips were so red that they seemed to be stained with blood; but her eyes were so sharp that they were even more dignified than the gentlemen around her.

but……

"How is it possible? How could Mr. Richter be a little girl!"

"Mr. Rommel! If you say you are Mr. Richter, I would rather believe that to be true. This also makes sense. About seven years ago, Mr. Richter's Phoenix textile mill gradually dominated the high-end cloth market. At that time You're in London too, aren't you?"

The corners of Rommel's mouth curled up, watching the man say nothing.

Mr. Bergram pushed aside the crowd, came to Annie's side under the attention of everyone, and saluted her respectfully.

His actions clearly implied that Ms. de Bauer was Mr. Richter by default!

Countless eyes were staring at this inventive genius, and at the subject who didn't speak at all in disbelief... Could it be that she is really Mr. Richter?

How can this be? !

Annie has not spoken since announcing her identity.

Words are thin, even if she speaks eloquently, it is impossible to convince those who are naturally prejudiced against her.

Only the facts can shut them up.

She looked towards the center of the crowd, and saw Ellen Edgerton looking at her brightly.

They had been best of friends, and Alan had been the only one besides Mr. Smith and her family who knew her true identity.But now, they are on the complete opposite side.

"That's right! Mr. Egerton, you have been in touch with Mr. Richter before, you..."

"Miss de Bauer is Mr. Richter, yes, I have always known." Allen interrupted the doubts and inquiries of others, evoked a smile, and said, "She is a real genius, and she is also the one I admire. Object."

"Egerton, you don't need to say such things again." Annie looked at him and said coldly.

Alan's expression remained unchanged.

Annie looked at the group of people who looked at her questioningly, and said: "I have already stated the facts, the Duke kidnapped me in order to threaten 'Mr. Mr. Hitt. Heh, if he knows, he must regret not imprisoning me in the basement forever, or..."

Speaking of this, Anne narrowed her eyes, lowered her voice, and said slowly: "The tragedy of the old Earl Fitzwilliam may still happen."

The name came out slowly from between her lips and teeth, and Annie stared at the faces in the crowd, not surprisingly, she saw unnatural expressions on the faces of several people, and when they met her eyes, they covered up He either lowered his eyes, or suddenly turned his head to talk to the person next to him.

Darcy whispered in her ear, "I remember those people."

Annie nodded, and overlapped his palms tacitly.

Suddenly, a roar of anger and disgust erupted from the crowd: "Damn it, Richter is a woman?! You are a fraud! I don't care whether you are male or female, human or ghost, we Schmidt Shipyard We will cancel the cooperation with Richter from now on!"

Just waiting for your words!

Annie nodded in understanding: "Please...Mr. Schmidt? Please contact my manager, Mr. Smith. You must be familiar with him. However, I remember that there was a clause in the contracts signed with the shipyards, If you unilaterally tear up the contract, then the 5.00% shares I hold in each factory will not be handed over."

"You!" Schmidt blushed with anger, "It's clear that you lied to us! If I knew you were a woman, I wouldn't have cooperated with you!"

"That is, what integrity is there for a woman to do business?"

Annie hugged her chest in a leisurely manner, raised her chin and said, "It's not a woman who wants to tear up the contract and break promises now, but... Oh, sorry, are you a woman? It's because I'm blind, blame me, blame me."

As she spoke, Annie opened her eyes exaggeratedly, scanning him from head to toe, as if she had seen a ghost!

The ladies who had heard what Schmidt and his friends said just now felt a little resentful couldn't help laughing, exchanged glances with each other, and secretly pointed until the ladies stopped coughing.

That Schmidt's eyes widened, and the eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.

"Twisted melons are not sweet, since you are not willing to continue to cooperate with me, I will not insist on cooperating with you." After laughing, Annie turned cold, "I can return 5.00% of the shares to you, However, my people will go to your steamship and blow up the steam engines one by one; besides, the money you earned from the steamship designed by Mr. Bergram...I think I have the right to take it back."

Mr. Schmidt couldn't say anything, he was panting heavily, and was about to charge up with his fists, but was hugged by his companions around him.

"Similarly, anyone who wants to tear up the contract, I promise to respond in the same way." Annie said loudly.

The gentlemen who were still itching were speechless for a moment, and looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to stand up and continue to be the first bird for a moment.

If Richter's new invention company had no background, they would have rushed to it and carved it up.However, the gentlemen looked at Hitt... No, the people around Miss de Bourgh didn't dare to move for a while.

Think of that duke!

The duke's heir-to-be just expressed his admiration for Miss de Bourgh, but his father died because of her? !

——The witch!

In fact, they still do not believe that a woman, a woman who has not officially entered the social circle, has such energy from the bottom of their hearts. How could she be the shrewd and frightening Richter?

How old was she when the name Richter first made waves in London?

nine years old?ten years old?

Even if she is a man, it is impossible to do it!

Thinking of this, the gentlemen exchanged a look of "you understand" and "I understand" with each other, although they didn't know what the other party "understand" at all.

That Rommel!

Suddenly, an old gentleman stood up tremblingly.His hair was gray and his eyes were a little blurry.Two young men supported him and walked slowly towards Annie.

The old gentleman's voice was very hoarse: "You... Are you from Rosings Manor?"

Annie raised her eyebrows and saluted him.

"Your father is Sir Louis?" he continued to ask, his cloudy eyes fixed on the girl.

Annie cleared her throat: "Yes, it's not a secret."

"No wonder, no wonder." He murmured, then turned to look at Rommel who was leaning aside to watch the play, "If I remember correctly, you were... Sir Louis and Earl Fitzwilliam often walked together that young man?"

Rommel straightened up and said in surprise, "Someone still remembers me?"

The old gentleman's gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, but it was so fleeting that Annie thought it was just her illusion.

"No wonder, no wonder..." the old gentleman continued to mutter.

The young man beside him clicked his lips impatiently and looked at Annie with disdain.

The old gentleman didn't seem to hear the impatient voice, he turned his head and said to the gentlemen standing there in the dark, "I have no intention of tearing up the contract with De Bauer, you are easy."

As soon as these words came out, the gentlemen immediately exploded into a pot-they were still counting on the respected old gentleman to stand up and take the lead!Didn't expect him to get cold feet? !

"What an old and unconscious person." A middle-aged man behind the crowd cursed in a low voice.

"Then why don't you go?" The people beside him said, "Hmph, even if Miss de Bauer is not Richter, she is cunning enough. Even if we hate her and look down on her, it doesn't matter, that steam technology is real money ! She just figured we wouldn't want to send the steam engine back!"

"Then Mr. Burgram..."

"Do you think the Duke has never done this?" The man snorted coldly, "Mr. Bergram is loyal to Miss de Bauer... Tsk tsk, who knows if it's something like that? Look, Bergram's eyes It's all stuck to her."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of snickering.

Anne saw the wretched smiles of the people behind the crowd from a distance, and saw whether their eyes were looking at Mr. Bergram who was aside, so she understood what they meant.

Annie cleared her throat: "That's it, Mr. Schmidt, if you still insist on your idea, I will not stop you, Mr. Smith will entertain you - like everyone else, I am in Lewis Garden, which is the old Earl Fitzwilliam's Court awaits news of your termination of the contract."

After finishing speaking, she gave Darcy a wink and signaled to leave.

Darcy's brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes swept over the heads of the gentlemen who met each other in low voices, showing a hint of anger and unwillingness.

"I'm fine, honey." Annie ticked his palms, "I just want to see how they want to kill me, but can't kill me. So what if they hate my real identity? Don't they have to continue with me? Collaborate and pray that I keep feeding them new technology?"

"I'm always unwilling. They speculate on you with such vicious thoughts." Darcy clenched his hands, hating himself for not being able to do more for her.

"The days are still long, I will convince them and pay for his death." Annie lowered her eyes.

Annie was about to climb into the carriage, when there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, driving towards here.

"Lord Fitzwilliam?!"

"It's Lawrence."

Annie retracted her legs and turned around.

"Annie! You are indeed here." Lawrence neatly controlled the horse to stop in front of her, "Get in the carriage and follow me, the king has summoned you!"

"what?!"

The author has something to say: Annie: I just like to see you all incompetent and furious~

I still decided to update [-] times a day. I was really exhausted a while ago, and I couldn’t hold it anymore_(:зゝ∠)_