My years as a menswear boss

Recently, the upper class seems to be in a melon field. Jiqiu is one of the melon farmers, and everything that happens is inseparable from her melon-growing father.

A piece of news appeared in the newspaper. Baron Franz d'Epinay declared that he would dissolve his marriage with Miss Valentine de Villefort, the daughter of Judge de Villefort. As for the reason, Mr. d'Epinay chose to keep silent and let everyone guess.

Everyone was visiting everywhere, trying to find out some news, but they found nothing. Neither the man nor the woman was willing to mention this matter directly.

Franz returned home and explained to his mother the reason for his divorce, "I cannot allow myself to marry a granddaughter who killed her father and enemy."

Before everyone guessed for a few days, another big news hit the crowd, causing a lot of splashes. Miss Villefort committed suicide at home.

The marketers were discussing the reasons for her suicide. Some people said that she was indiscreet and chose to commit suicide in order not to shame her family;

Some people said that she loved the baron deeply and could not accept being abandoned by him and chose to commit suicide.

All in all, none of these remarks are positive comments.

At the same time, Captain Morel came to the Champs-Elysees and knocked on the door of the Champs-Elysees. Bertuccio received him, "Sir, our master is dealing with business. Please wait in the living room for a while."

"You look a little bad, Captain Morel." Jiqiu poured him a glass of whiskey. At this time, the man's face was pale and his hair was messy. If he didn't look neatly dressed, the guards probably wouldn't let him in.

"Oh, Mr. Roche." Morel looked dazed, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Are you ok?"

"What, Mr. Rosie?" His eyes were glazed over, as if his soul had been taken away.

"Are you okay?" Jiqiu asked again. She was a little flustered when she thought of Miss Villefort, which seemed to be related to this incident.

Dantès came out after finishing the work in hand. When he saw the officer on the sofa, his face softened, "What do you want from me, Captain?"

"Yes... there is one thing." Morel stammered, and he shook his head, as if he had died heroically. "I came for Mademoiselle Valentine Villefort, except for you. , I can't find anyone who can help me."

Dantès sat on the sofa and acted to listen carefully, "Talk about it, maybe I can help."

"I suspect she was murdered by her own stepmother." Morel said affirmatively, with strong hatred in his eyes, "Not long ago, Valentine told me about her stepmother's many strange things, but she Suffering from no evidence, I can only face it alone.”

"She has been worried that Mrs. Villefort will murder her for the wealth she inherited. Valentine's mother left her a large inheritance before her death, which was used as a dowry when she married. Judge Villefort's The newly married wife has a mediocre family, and she wants to plan for her only son."

"Then what is your relationship with her?"

Dantès took a sip of black tea from the table, and he turned the green finger in his hand.

"." Morel's expression was filled with unprecedented grief, and his eyes suppressed sadness, "I love her very much, and I am willing to give my life for her."

Jiqiu's temple jumped, "As expected of France, I am willing to die for love." '

"How do you prove it?" Dantès asked, his face was calm, as if he was asking what the weather was like today.

Morrel drew a dagger from his boot. "When I have avenged Valentine, I will stab myself in the heart with this dagger."

"That's not necessary." Dantès took out a palm-sized glass bottle from his pocket, "If you drink this, I will believe in your sincerity, and I am willing to help you find out the truth."

"Swear on my name."

Morrel took the bottle, pulled out the sieve and drank it, and after a while he fell to the ground.

"Ah, this." Jiqiu stretched out his hand to check the captain's breath, then touched his heartbeat, and found that there was no response.

'died? ! '

"Don't be afraid, Simon." Dantès looked at the kid with wide-eyed eyes, and smiled comfortingly, "This is just a special potion. Drinking it will put people in a state of suspended animation."

"Did Miss Valentine also drink this kind of potion?" Jiqiu asked.

"Of course." Dantès nodded, and he summoned Jacob to carry out Morell, who was in suspended animation, "I gave Miss Valentine this potion, and told her the effect of this drug, even if The mortician would not be able to tell that she had faked her death."

"Where are you going to arrange them?" Jiqiu looked curiously at the departing Jacob, "You definitely won't hide them in Paris."

"Yes, Valentine has been secretly transferred to the island of Monte Cristo by me, and I will let these two young lovers get together." Dantès patted the folds of his robe.

"It seems that Monte Cristo Island will usher in the first wedding." Jiqiu sighed and said, "I hope the two of them will be happy."

"It will." Dantès said firmly.

On the other hand, when Franz received the news of Miss Villefort's suicide, he became very anxious, and his sense of guilt gradually increased.

He even linked the cause of the death of this young lady whom he had seen very few times to himself.

'If I had known, I should have made it clear why. ' He clutched his head in chagrin.

Mrs. d'Epinay could only give silent comfort when she saw her regretful son.

"Are you okay, Baron?" Jiqiu met a decadent Franz in a cafe in the center of Paris, and stepped forward to sit on the chair opposite him.

"Very bad, sir." Franz picked up the brandy on the table and poured more than half of it, his face smelled of alcohol.

"Drinking too fast is bad for your health, Mr. d'Epinay." Jiqiu asked for a cup of coffee, poured a whole glass of milk into it, and stirred it gently with a spoon, "Are you feeling sorry for Miss Villefort?" Are you guilty?"

"Otherwise?" Franz grabbed a handful of hair. He felt that he had been unlucky recently. His good friend failed in a duel and went away to atone for his father. The fiancée who was optimistic at the beginning turned into the one who killed his father in a blink of an eye. As the granddaughter of Ren, who was originally unknown in the social circles of high society suddenly became famous. If he could, he didn't want to be famous in this way.

"You're overestimating your own charm, Mr. d'Epinay." Without hesitation, Jiqiu stabbed the young man's most vulnerable heart, which obviously angered him.

"What are you talking about?!" Franz clenched the wine bottle in his hand, as if he was about to throw it on the painter's head.

"Mlle de Villefort's biological mother left her an inheritance of 11 million francs as her dowry after her death."

Jiqiu rubbed the teacup in her hand, she looked at Franz calmly, "She is the richest member of the Villefort family, even Judge Villefort is not as rich as her. And her stepmother has always been concerned about the property she owns. Look at it, think about it, a girl who lost her mother.

As long as she is gone, according to Mr. Saint-Meran's will, her estate will be transferred to the Villefort family, and Edward Villefort will become the direct beneficiary. "

"Is what you said true?" Although Franz was asking, he already believed in his heart what Jiqiu said was true. Just because the young man knew about his father, he felt that the Count of Monte Cristo must have an exclusive With the intelligence network, his son can also get some news that ordinary people don't know.

"Don't you know if you look it up?" Jiqiu finished drinking the coffee in the cup, she turned and left the coffee shop, leaving behind Franz who was thinking.

"Sir, why did you tell the Baron d'Epinay about this?" asked Forrester.

Jiqiu stepped into the carriage, and she closed the curtain, "Because he is the most suitable person, the baron is not only guilty, but also regrets his own reputation, and the investigation of this matter can not only avenge Miss Villefort ’ and wash away his reputation as a love liar.”

"It can serve multiple purposes, and most importantly, it can also discredit the Villefort family."

She deduced what Dantès would do next, and Benedetto, who was raised in the village of Auteuil, would also come in handy.

'It's really getting interesting. Jiqiu licked her chapped lips. Her brain was in a state of extreme excitement, which was more exciting than her duel solution. It would break a person psychologically and obtain far more pleasure than physically.

The carriage stopped on a street on the edge of downtown Paris, and Ji Qiu got out of the carriage, ignoring the constant stares, and knocked on the door, "I'm here for an appointment."

The waitress who opened the door smiled a lot when she saw the person coming, "Your friend has arrived."

"It seems I'm late, here, Susan, thank you for telling me about this." Jiqiu took out a tip from his pocket and handed it to her.

Susan happily accepted the tip. She liked this noble guest very much. He was not only handsome, but also generous. He would even pay for a few words.

Jiqiu pushed open the door of the box, and the small space was already full of people. She walked in with a flat face, "I just dealt with some things, the party hasn't started yet, right?"

"Of course not, I'm very glad that you can come to this seminar." Moran stepped forward to give Jiqiu a hug, and he introduced several new faces in the room to Jiqiu, "...I decided to hold it at the end of this month An art exhibition, an art exhibition held by the few of us together."

"Sounds very interesting, why don't you explain it in detail." Jiqiu sat down with Moran, and at the same time nodded to Gao Se who was opposite.

"The idea is to break the monopoly market of academic schools and make more niche painting schools known."

Moran is looking forward to this exhibition, because it will be exhibited with his favorite paintings, and all the painters in the same room think so.

The atmosphere of the meeting was warm and warm. For the first time, Jiqiu discovered that there are not only realistic painting schools in Paris, but also various painting schools, including Japanese ukiyo-e and oriental ink painting.