[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Duroy wore a rented black dress and sat at a candlelit dining table.He looked dignified, like a real rich man or a gentleman, and he was even more shining with that rare handsomeness in the world.

This evening, the three people who were invited to the banquet felt very happy.Everyone is eloquent, as if they have countless reasons to say.Anja joined the conversation now and then, exchanging a knowing glance with Madame Forestier.They interrupted each other at critical moments and led the topic to the climax.

The two gentlemen were unaware of Madame de Marelle's change, but Madeleine noticed it.She looked at Anya calmly, and began to probe vaguely.

Madeleine undoubtedly understood her friend, and every sentence of temptation hit the point, but it would not be discovered by others.But she didn't expect that the woman in front of her who was exactly like her friend was not actually herself.However, Clotilde will have a reaction, and Anya will have a lot of reactions.She did not evade the temptation, but took the opportunity to reveal some true or false news, misleading Madeleine to ask the question she wanted.

In a topic about love, Madame Forestier finally asked: "Since you and I have different opinions, what do you think?"

Anya drank the champagne in one gulp, and said slightly sadly: "Me? I don't have such a platonic concept. However, for the specific situation, you should ask Mr. de Marelle!"

"Monsieur de Marelle?" Duroy interrupted suddenly, with a startled expression.It did not seem to occur to him that Madame de Marelle was a married woman.

"Leave him alone." Anya showed a long-lasting look of disdain, "He...is always like that."

Madeleine thought deeply.At this moment, Forestier coughed fiercely, his heart was piercing, and his face was flushed.Anya knew that his life was not long, and it was precisely because of this that Madeleine thought of finding another family.But if his lifespan could be extended a bit more...

After finally waiting for him to calm down, the interest in talking and laughing just now was gone.Anya rang the bell and called the waiter to pay the bill.After they walked out of the gate, Duroy volunteered to take Anya home.

Anya glanced at him lightly, and said, "This is really great, I'm a little drunk, and I just need a knight to protect me back home."

Her tone was very frivolous, as if she had completely forgotten that she was a woman with a husband.But it was this tone that made Du Luowa even more distracted and his heart beat faster.He took leave of the Forestiers absent-mindedly, and graciously called for a cab.The two sat side by side in the dark carriage, arms touching each other, feeling each other's body temperature, and an ambiguous atmosphere gradually emerged.

Duroy looked at Anya from time to time, and the desire in his eyes could be seen at a glance. With the help of alcohol, he mustered up the courage and kept looking at her.However, Anya felt very sleepy after drinking some wine, and was impatient with his eyes, so she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Her words seemed to break some kind of spell, Duroy turned around, pressed towards her suddenly, stretched out his hand to her body and began to fumble, eagerly approaching her lips.

Anya was startled and angry, and grasped Du Luowa's hands with difficulty, her voice became soft and gentle: "Look at me."

Duroy looked at her subconsciously, and Anya stared into his eyes, and said slowly: "What you really like is Mrs. Forestier, and you don't want to get her all the time... She likes your appearance, It just so happens that you also need her talents. You need her help, desperately..."

Duroy's eyes became confused.

The rental carriage stopped, Anya opened the door, and got out of the car alone.Duroy watched her back and murmured: "It seems that she doesn't like me, maybe I should try another partner?"

Unexpectedly, the charming image of Madame Forestier appeared in his mind.

"Anyway, that boy Forestier is lucky to have such a wife!"

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Just as Anya sat down in front of the dressing table, the door was pushed open, and Lorena walked in.

She was thinly dressed, except for a satin dressing gown.Anya immediately walked over and hugged her, and kissed her on the forehead: "My dear Lorena, why are you staying up so late?"

"I want to see you." Lorena said softly, with a timid expression, "Mom, do you smell of alcohol?"

"Yes, mom has been drinking." Anya smiled, "Lorina will start drinking when she grows up. However, you can't drink too much alcohol, because if you drink too much, you will become dizzy and lose strength. If It would be too easy for someone to take advantage of this moment and want to do something to you."

Luo Linna seemed to understand, and suddenly asked: "Who did you meet when you went out today, Mom? Is it a beautiful friend?"

"He's the one." Anya nodded and patted her on the back lightly: "Lorena, don't think about beautiful friends. Some people are beautiful, but they may not be good people. Do you think about your father?"

Lorena's eyes lit up: "Is Dad coming back?"

Anya touched her forehead lovingly: "Yes. We will be with Dad from now on."

Lorena needed a father figure, and Madame de Marelle had a hard time keeping herself from cheating.However, if her husband was by her side, the situation would not be as it is now...

In any case, it was not her duty to change Madame de Marelle's mind, still less to direct her life.All she can give is an opportunity to change fate, such as writing a letter to M. de Marelle... Whether she can seize the opportunity depends on herself.

Her main task was to deal with Duroy.

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For several weeks in a row, Anya did not see Durova visiting again.However, she began to discover Duroy's name again from several columns of the "French Journal". The language is so mature and sharp that it is a world away from his previous one.Duroy is young, smart, and ambitious, and he has always mastered these things very quickly.But it's a bit abnormal to become so mature all of a sudden.

Comparing his previous reports with those signed by Forestier, it is easy to see that they are all written by Madeleine.Her talent and ambition are no less than that of a man. If she is a man or of noble birth, she will be able to grab a position in this industry smoothly.But now, she still has to rely on men...

Although Clotilde is also Madeleine's friend, if she can be half rational as her own friend, she won't fall in love with Duroy.

Anya is patiently waiting for her layout to take effect.

This week, Anya received a post from Mrs. Walter, inviting her to have a small gathering on Saturday.Mrs. Walter often held parties similar to this, and invited the wives of celebrities or rich people to attend.She was a real decent woman, 40, kind and innocent.Anya is very happy to attend such a party, but the key is that she also wants to see how determined Duroy, who has already started to attack Mrs. Forestier, can maintain.

The Walter family's villa is very luxurious, richly dressed, and even the servants are gorgeously dressed.Anya was ushered into the living room on the second floor, took off her coat and handed it to the maid, and walked into a living room.It is decorated with blue velvet around here, dotted with golden flowers, whether it is a round table, chairs, or tea sets on the table, the details all reflect a feeling of regalism.

After coming to this world for a few months, Anya has attended many banquets, and soon recognized who these people were.She walked over with a smile and extended her hand to Mrs. Walter: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Walter."

"Good afternoon." Mrs. Walter smiled at her.Anya sat on the vacant one of the four chairs and said, "I wanted to bring Lorena here, but she has recently become obsessed with the piano... What were you talking about just now, ladies?"

"We're talking about the frost in Paris now." A female guest said, nodding kindly to Anya, "This weather is really terrible."

Mrs. Walter said: "I prefer autumn to spring and winter."

"I think summer is pretty good."

"Summer is so hot, I think spring is good."

Ladies, you resumed the topic with each other, and at this time, a person walked in again.This is a man in a suit and leather shoes, well-dressed, with a moustache that makes him look full of air - Duroy?

Anya couldn't help frowning.Duroy probably didn't have the intention to attack Mrs. Walter at this time, so why did he come here?Is it Madeleine?If Madeleine really treats him differently, then it is right to help him find opportunities... Mrs. Walter is the wife of his immediate boss, and there is nothing wrong with her strategy of pleasing her.

How, then, did Madame Walter feel about Duroy now?

It was probably the first time for Duroy to go in and out of such an occasion, and he seemed a little cramped.He looked at the four ladies present with his eyes, his eyes lit up when he saw Anya, and he lingered on her for a few more seconds.Anya knew what he meant, but she just deliberately pretended not to see it, so as not to rescue him.With no other choice, Duroy could only say: "Madam, please forgive me..."

Mrs. Walter saw his embarrassment and held out a hand to him: "Sir, it is very kind of you to come to see me."

Duroy kissed her hand and sat down on the chair next to her.It can be seen that he was a little nervous, so that he didn't see the height of the chair clearly, and almost fell when he sat down.

There was a moment of silence in the room. Anya thought for a while, broke the silence, and asked with a smile, "I've been hearing about Morocco's problems these days. What do you think about it?"