[Count of Monte Cristo] Love and hatred

chapter147

In fact, Mei Tess had already expected that the Duke of Buckingham would attack them, so when she heard the news from Mars, she was not too surprised.But the Duke actually guessed the real identity of the Count of Monte Cristo, which she did not expect.

As soon as Mars left, she asked Busoni to inform the count.Soon Busani asked the black slave Ali to bring back the news that Danglars' house was going to hold a dance, and the count had accepted the invitation. He decided to face the last enemy and end the last grievance in Paris.

Plum Tess couldn't help feeling worried.It stands to reason that Danglars should have gone bankrupt a long time ago. The only reason why he can survive until now is that someone is secretly supporting him, and perhaps that person is the Duke of Buckingham.Mei Tess knows that she can't change Edmund's determination, but she must not let Buckingham hurt him.

When she was immersed in her thoughts, Vampa suddenly barged in, his hair was messed up by the wind, and the corners of his eyes were still injured, "Eugénie...she ran away..."

"What's going on?" Mei Tess asked suspiciously.

"Mai Tess, you said that love cannot tolerate lies, so I took the opportunity to tell her the truth," Vampa gasped, "but Eugenie thought I lied to her and robbed her of my love." The horse, coming towards Paris. I walked a long way to find the stage carriage, and I couldn't catch up with her..."

Plum Tess frowned, "Vampa, how much have you told her?"

"I told her that I was not an Italian nobleman, but a Roman robber. She didn't care at first, until I said that I came to Paris to cooperate with Lord Weimar and deal with her father..." Vampa squinted at May Setess glanced at her and said with some guilt, "But I didn't tell you your real identity, really."

No, Vampa should have told her later.But it was too late to say anything now, Danglars would definitely know everything from Eugenie.

"What shall I do?" asked Vampa anxiously. "Although I have lied to her, I have never held any ill will towards her. On the contrary, this is the first time since Teresa's death that I have felt a slam for someone." Heart-pounding feeling...I don't want to lose her."

Mei Tess lowered her head, contemplated for a few seconds, and finally raised her head, "With Eugenie's character, she will definitely not stay in Paris for a long time because of her escape from marriage. Vampa, go find her."

"And you?" asked Vampa, "haven't I caused you much trouble?"

"I can handle it myself, Vampa." Mei Tess smiled, "It's you...I know how difficult it is for a person to find a soulmate. I hope you can be happy."

"You too." Vampa gently hugged Mei Tess, and then walked out the door with firm steps.

By this time Eugenie had arrived home.

Urged by the servant, Danglars entered the gorgeous living room he was proud of with an impatient look, and found his daughter was already waiting there.She was wearing inappropriate men's clothes, and her black jade-like hair was tied into a beautiful braid.Fortunately, it was night now, and he only hoped that no one would notice her embarrassment along the way.

"Eugenie, I know that you want to get rid of the shackles of your family and pursue a free life. Now that you have achieved your wish, what are you going to do when you come back?" Danglars said, holding his hands.

This is by no means angry words, but the expression of true emotion.In fact, he desperately did not want Eugenie to come back, at least not now.Her presence clearly angered the guest who was waiting in the study.

"Father, I came back in a hurry because there is something I must tell you." Eugenie blinked her beautiful ebony eyes, "Vampa, who took me away at the wedding, also It is Mr. Cavalcanti who we thought, who lied to you and me. The reason why he approached me was to ruin your business!"

However, Danglars did not show any surprise.He knew that Cavalcanti had been introduced into Parisian society by the Count of Monte Cristo, which further confirmed the guest's statement that the Count of Monte Cristo was his enemy.

"You don't seem surprised?" Eugenie frowned.

"Yes, no matter what conspiracy that Vampa has, it is clear that he has succeeded," Danglars said under his daughter's inquiring gaze, suppressing his anger, "I invested far more than The money I could risk, maybe you didn't notice the newspaper the other day, it said that an East India Company cargo ship sank in the Indian Ocean with my cargo on it. That is, that money hit the water Fuck, I'm on the verge of bankruptcy!"

"what..."

"Why do you think I want you to marry Albert?" Danglars paced back and forth in the room. "The reason why I am anxious to ask you to marry him is because this marriage can save me from bankruptcy."

Of course Eugenie knew that her father valued money and social status above everything else, but she was still surprised by his straightforwardness, "You use my marriage as a bargaining chip to make a deal!"

"Deal? No, my dear daughter, these two words are not used properly." Danglars shook his head. "This marriage has been carefully considered by me, and it is very beneficial to you and me. Think about it, you She is my only daughter, and according to the law of inheritance, I cannot deprive you of your inheritance, and my bankruptcy will do you no good at all."

"But you haven't consulted me!" Eugenie said excitedly, standing up from her chair. "If you think that the bankruptcy you declare will make me unhappy, then you are very wrong. Even if you have nothing , I can also win everything with my talent!"

"Then should you take revenge on me by escaping marriage?" Danglars turned blue with anger, "Eugénie, do you know that your escaping marriage has become the last straw that crushed my business?"

"I don't understand," said Eugenie with a puzzled look, "as far as I know you are not bankrupt."

"You're right, my daughter," Danglars clasped his hands tightly to his chest, but there was still a heartless smile on his stern face, "in order to keep the bank, I had to be controlled by others, roll I'm involved in a conspiracy. I don't want to say more about this matter, because it has nothing to do with you. Eugenie, go wherever you like, take your friend Rosie, leave Paris, leave France, I will tell you Into a monastery, to save your name. But I won't give you a penny!"

Eugenie has always been a girl who regards independence as her life, "I don't need money, father. Rosie and I can live well on our own."

Danglars waved his hand to show that he had nothing to say.After the conversation broke up unhappy, they went back to the room with their own concerns.

Rosie got the news of Eugenie's return from the servant, and she had been waiting in the bedroom eagerly.Seeing Eugenie, she immediately gave her a hug, "Eugenie, I've been worrying about you these days, is that Italian treating you well? Does he love you?"

"Love me? No, that person is just a liar in love." Eugenie shook her head with a wry smile. "From the day I can remember, I have never been loved by anyone. Maybe I shouldn't believe that there are Love this kind of stuff...”

"Don't say that, Eugenie," the weak blonde gently took Eugenie's hand, "I don't know about others, at least I have always cared about you. Maybe we can't call that kind of feeling love, but I believe it was a similar feeling. Since that man cheated on you, forget about him. I will always be by your side."

"Oh, Rosie, my Rosie." Eugenie hugged her girlfriend excitedly, "There is no good thing for a man, only you are the best for me."

"Eugénie..." Rosie's face flushed. "By the way, what did M. Danglars tell you?"

"He ordered me to leave France, but this is exactly what I want," Eugenie showed a sly smile, "Rosie, will you come with me?"

"Of course," Rosie let out a cheer of surprise, "in fact, I have already started to prepare. Before Mr. Henry left Paris, I visited him at his hotel. After hearing my song, He decided to take me as an apprentice. But Eugenie, I did it for you, I have no talent for composition, I hope that one day you can learn from Mr. Henry and become a well-known artist."

"I really don't know what to say, Rosie," Eugenie's eyes sparkled, "I feel like I'm one step closer to my dream. Believe me, one day, I will take you to Italy, to Belgium, Go to Austria and perform around the world."

"I'll be waiting for that day," said Rosie longingly.

"It's just that we don't have passports yet..."

"No, we have," said Rosie, taking a passport from her handbag.

Eugenie opened the passport immediately, "Mr. Leon Amille, 20 years old, artist; traveling companion, sister. Rosie, how did you do it?"

"When I begged Mr. Henry for a letter of introduction, I implied that it would be inconvenient for him to travel alone as a woman. So he agreed to issue a letter of introduction in my brother's name, and helped me get this passport. After I got it, I myself Added the words "sister as traveling companion."

"Great," Eugenie smiled confidently, "this means we can leave as soon as possible. Now let's see how much money we have left, you know, my father won't give me a penny. "

"It's all here." Rosie took out a suitcase. "I counted our jewelry. It's worth about [-] francs. There are [-] francs in the box, and a gun. Haidee gave it to me. She It is said that Lord Weimar once cooperated with my brother Leon, and those are left to me by my brother... But hasn't my brother passed away long ago?"

"Rosie, take it." Eugenie pondered for a while, she knew that Lord Weimar wanted to compensate them in this way, and she decided to accept his kindness, "You deserve the money."

Rosie nodded, and it was Eugenie who always made up her mind between the two. "These assets add up to at least enough for us to live for five years."

"Yes, with your singing voice and my musical instrument, we don't have to worry that the money will be spent one day," Eugenie commented.

"When shall we go?" asked Rosie.

"Actually, I really want to leave today, but it's too late," Eugenie said in a regretful tone. "Tomorrow, tomorrow we will leave Paris."

There was still some time before dawn, and they began to pack their bags.Eugenie handed Rosie her favorite purple silk cloak, and she herself took out a set of beautiful men's clothes from the closet.

"Too bad I couldn't find a hat big enough to hide your braids," whispered Rosie.But before she could stop her, Eugenie picked up the scissors and cut off her braid that would make all the ladies of Paris sigh with envy.

"No..." Rosie cried regretfully.But Eugenie said with a smile, "Aren't I beautiful like this?"

Rosie stared at Eugenie, who was more handsome than any man she had ever seen, and couldn't help admiring, "No, Eugenie, you will always be the most beautiful!"

She carefully helped Eugenie trim her hair into a man's hairstyle until she was completely satisfied, then she glanced at the clock, "It's only a few hours now, maybe we should take a break."

"Yes, Miss Rosie, if you have dark circles under your eyes tomorrow, maybe people will think that I have eloped with you," Eugenie lowered her voice and joked in an almost masculine voice.

"Oh, really?" Rosie blushed again, "Then you have to be careful."

While Eugenie was returning to her room, Danglars came to his study to meet the mysterious guest.

The study was filled with drawers locked like fortress doors, and on the desk were gilded ledgers, piles of bills and letters from all over the world.And his guest was sitting on an armchair behind the pile of things, staring at him with cold eyes, playing with a bill in his hand.

This man was none other than Albert, who almost became Danglars' son-in-law.But after all that, Albert seemed to be a different person.Especially when the servant came to report that Eugenie had returned home, the haze in Albert's eyes made Danglars instinctively terrified.

"Mr. Danglars, why do you hesitate?" Albert's words interrupted Danglars' thoughts.

"I still can't believe that the Count of Monte Cristo is the sailor Edmond of Marseilles," Danglars almost dared not say the name, "they have nothing in common."

Although Danglars had no doubt that someone was manipulating the recent events in Paris, it was still difficult for him to connect the noble Count of Monte Cristo with the sailor who was born in a commoner family in Marseilles.He still remembered Edmund as he was then, with sincere eyes, as blue as the sea in the summer sun.

As for the Count of Monte Cristo, he would never be able to see anything from those deep eyes.

Albert looked at him with contemptuous eyes, "You should no longer doubt that Mr. Villefort has confirmed the identity of the Count of Monte Cristo."

Danglars nodded mechanically.He met Villefort in his hotel room.He thought the prosecutor had died in the fire, but he didn't expect that he was still alive, but he looked pale and weak, with dull eyes, like a walking dead.

Under such circumstances, he would say whatever he was asked to say, Danglars thought to himself.But he didn't say it because he needed this collaboration.

"It seems that you still don't believe it." Albert handed the bill to Danglars, "Then how do you explain this?"

Danglars took the bill.After Eugenie's escaped marriage scandal, many customers came to the bank to ask him to withdraw money.And just two days ago, the Count of Monte Cristo borrowed 500 million francs from his bank with an unlimited loan account. If it weren't for the funds secretly provided by Albert, such a blow would be enough to make him completely unable to get up.

"Well, let's take him as Edmond," Danglars asked in a doubtful tone, "but are you sure that the Count of Monte Cristo will fall into the trap as we think?"

"He will." The candlelight flickered in Albert's eyes. "When the ball is halfway through and the guests are distracted, go tell the Count of Monte Cristo that I will wait for him in this room, and he will definitely come."

"why?"

"Because he feels guilty about me."

Danglars was silent.If what Albert said was true, although he was not the Count of Monte Cristo's enemy, he was indeed the adopted son of the Count of Marcerf, the biological son of Villefort, and almost became his son-in-law. The Count's road of revenge could not avoid him.

With the crimes committed by Count Marcerf in Greece exposed, and the escape from marriage that followed, Albert's reputation was almost discredited.But all the way through, he was a victim.If it was Edmund, he must feel sorry for him.

Danglars walked to the window.

"Tell me about your plan."

The author has something to say: Thank you Xiaoweijiang, Qin Lie, and Taylor Niss for the nutrient solution, okay~

Added 1000 words, the little angels you bought don’t need to buy again, I wish you all a happy Double Day~~