My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu looked at the man in front of him who wanted to pile all the diamonds and jewels on him, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "You are already handsome enough, Mr. Cavalcanti."

"Really, it's my honor to be praised by Mr. Rosie." The man fiddled with the diamond ring on his hand, and didn't stop until Jacob came in and called him.

"We should go, Viscount." Jacob knew the details of the man in front of him, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

After they left, Jiqiu raised his eyebrows and looked at his British bodyguard, "Is he the Benedetto who killed his mother?"

Dantès did not tell Jiqiu about this, but she had learned about genetics. Benedetto's auricle was exactly the same as that of Judge Villefort, and they both had ears that were a circle larger than ordinary people.

"Yes, sir," replied Forrester.

"Well, everything he used is sold off when things are settled, and the money goes to charity."

Jiqiu wrinkled her nose, smelled by the strong rose perfume in the air, "I don't want to touch things used by dirty people."

"However, it is impossible for him to win the heart of Miss Tanglar with his appearance. That lady pays attention to internal cultivation."

More importantly, Jiqiu felt that Eugénie Tanglar even held a resistance to men and marriage. This lady had seen her father's indifference and greed since she was a child, and she also saw her mother's infidelity in marriage several times.

She always felt that there was a vague sense of ambiguity between Eugenie Tanglar and the recently famous musician Rosie Mimolai.

Dantès arranged Benedetto in the villa in Auteuil village. Firstly, he didn’t want him to run into Bertuccio. Second, he didn’t want his cub to have too much contact with such a person. It means a lot to Niedetto.

A few days later, the news of Miss Tanglar's engagement to Viscount Cavalcanti was circulating in high society.

"It can be seen that the banker is at the end of his rope, otherwise he wouldn't have just married off his daughter without even investigating." Jiqiu said softly listening to Forrester's report.

"By the way, you said that Miss Mimorai is selling some expensive jewelry recently?"

"Yes, master. She sold the jewelry to the auction house in which we have a stake, and signed a non-disclosure agreement." Forrester said.

"Then how did you find out?" Jiqiu asked suspiciously.

"I used to be a scout on the battlefield." The British admitted his crime with the most righteous face.

"Are you not afraid that I will report you?" Jiqiu was also taken aback by Forrest's bold behavior.

Forrest looked at the young man sitting on the sofa, and said in a firm voice, "I know you won't."

"Well, I'm not interested in threatening my own people." Jiqiu spread her hands, and she didn't forget to tell her, "If you get caught."

"I'd say I did it myself," Forrester said immediately.

Jiqiu rubbed the back of his head, "I mean, you have to get rid of yourself as soon as possible, even if you pour dirty water on others, I will find a way to bail you out."

Forrest didn't expect the young man to answer this way, he looked startled, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, "Understood, young master."

'It appears that Mademoiselle Tanglars intends to elope with the musician. Jiqiu stroked her chin with interest, and a map of the urban distribution of Paris emerged in her mind, planning their escape route.

A week later, the incident of Miss Tanglar running away from home shocked the entire high society. When Jiqiu stepped into the social banquet, there were voices of communication about this incident in his ears.

"She must have eloped. I don't believe that a woman without a lover would look down on Viscount Cavalcanti." Lady A covered her lips with a feather fan.

"I agree with you, poor Viscount, he is so rich and handsome, yet he meets such an engagement." Lady B shook the fan in her hand.

Jiqiu glanced at the guests at the banquet, she saw a familiar figure and walked straight over, "Long time no see, Mr. Epinay."

"Long time no see, Mr. Rosie." Franz looked at the innocent young painter, feeling rather embarrassed.

After all, Albert was his best friend, and this person in front of him was one of the reasons for the destruction of his friend's family.

But he couldn't blame Mr. Roche, the culprit of everything originated from Count Morcerf.

"When did you come back?" Ji Qiu took a glass of wine from the tray in the hands of a passing attendant.

Franz lowered his head and took a sip of the wine, his eyes drifted a little, "About a week ago, my family made an appointment for my fiancée early, I have to come back and take a look."

In fact, he came back the day Albert failed in the duel. Not only that, but based on the weirdness before, he vaguely sensed the real intention of the Count of Monte Cristo. It is likely that he had several enemies in France and came here for revenge. .Of course, he didn't want to get involved, he just wanted to be safe.

'Then, is M. Roche an adopted child of the Earl? '

"Does he know about it?"

"I know, baron." Jiqiu whispered, she gently turned the goblet in her hand.

Franz looked surprised, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"The eyes are the windows of a person's soul." Jiqiu replied, plus she can make basic deductions from some small movements, and she can guess what the other person is thinking.

"My father is not interested in innocent people. He just wants others to experience what he went through. You don't have to be too cautious."

She doesn't hate smart people, especially don't use such smart people indiscriminately, otherwise smart people will become cunning.

"And where is my betrothed, Mademoiselle de Villefort?"

asked Franz, who, relying on an intuition, ordered to inquire about several families with whom the Count of Monte Cristo was very close, and one of them was Villefort.

"You are clearly sensitive in everything, but why have you never suspected that the death of your father, General Quesnell, was really an accident?"

Jiqiu's voice was soft, and she didn't know what kind of impact her words had on the young people in front of her.

"Although your father followed Napoleon, he was still a royalist at heart. Judge Villefort's father, Noirtier, was a senator during the period of Louis XVIII and the chairman of the Napoleon Club."

"Otherwise, how could Judge Villefort, a royalist, have tried his best to promote your marriage with his daughter?"

"Think about it, Baron." Jiqiu patted Franz on the shoulder, and then left him to chat with others.

Franz's mind went blank, he felt his hands and feet became cold, and he calmed down after a while, and quickly drank the brandy in his hand, "Is what he said true?" '

Even if he didn't believe it completely, once the seeds of doubt were planted, they would take root and sprout. At least he had decided to go to Old Villefort to verify the truth.

Winter nights are coming earlier and earlier, Jiqiu walked out of the banquet hall and exhaled a breath of white air, she looked up at the starry sky above her head, "It's so beautiful, I don't know if Vincent from Provence would want to paint it What about this starry sky?"

"Master, pay attention to your body." Forrest took out a leather coat and wrapped it around the delicate-looking young master. He was afraid that if he didn't do his best, he would make the boss's son sick.

"Let's go." Jiqiu hugged the hand warmer brought from the east, and his whole body was warm from head to toe. He lowered his head and walked into the carriage covered with blankets, just as snowflakes were falling outside the window.

"It's snowing, sir," said Forrester.

"I'm going to draw this rare snow scene in the yard tomorrow." Jiqiu's eyes lit up. Paris is located in the west of France and has a temperate maritime climate. The climate is mild most of the time. This is the first time she has seen such a grand snow scene.

Before Jiqiu finished feeling, there was a sound of noisy footsteps not far away, and she pricked up her ears, "It seems to be the guards, are they still arresting people so late?"

After a while, someone knocked on the car window. Forrester stepped forward and opened the curtain. He looked at the soldiers outside the car, "This is Mr. Luo Xi's car. Do you have anything to do?"

The leading soldier also recognized the young painter of the Great Fire of Paris, and he said apologetically, "Sorry, we are catching a thief."

"May I ask, who is the thief you arrested?" Jiqiu's face was calm, but it made people feel a sense of pressure.

"It's a woman." The captain of the guard replied subconsciously, and he raised his hand to signal the soldiers behind him to search elsewhere, "She used to be a music tutor and worked in Mr. Tanglar's house, but she stole Tanglar's clothes not long ago. Miss’s jewelry was sold, and now she ran away with the money, we went to a hotel to search according to the reported information, and the hotel owner informed them that they left an hour ago.”

"Well, I wish you to arrest that thief as soon as possible." Jiqiu said with a smile.

After the footsteps of the guards disappeared, Jiqiu pressed Forrest who wanted to go back to the Champs Elysees, "Let's go to that hotel."

Forrest didn't understand the young master's intentions, but he still obediently obeyed, and at worst he told the gentleman that the end of the banquet was postponed.

The carriage with a low-key appearance and a luxurious interior stopped at the entrance of the hotel. Jiqiu pulled the curtains on both sides of the carriage. She pointed to a dark alley and said, "Drive there."

After the carriage entered the alley, she saw a pile of snow-fallen haystacks at the end of the alley, which was originally used to light a fire in the kitchen.

Jiqiu opened the car door, "Miss, it will be very cold when the snow melts, come in and hide for a while."

Forrest looked at the plain haystack in amazement, trembled visibly to the naked eye, and dropped a few dead grasses.

"If I had reported you, I would have explained this matter to the soldiers just now, and I am not that hungry and have no interest in you."

Jiqiu continued, after a few minutes, the hay was forcefully pushed aside, and the heroic-looking Miss Tanglar came oncoming.

Eugenie stared at the young man in front of her, thinking whether he was credible, but soon the noisy footsteps interrupted her thinking, the group of soldiers came back, she quickly grabbed her female companion and hid in the The carriage where Jiqiu was in.

Jiqiu pointed to the open space under the seat, and after they were all hidden, he opened the curtain of the car and said to the passing soldiers, "I just saw two women get out of the haystack over there. He ran towards the city gate."

"Thank you, Mr. Rosie."