[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Faint footsteps came from the stairs, Antonio glanced at the clock with a smile in his eyes: Here we come.

He lit his cigar and waited for his guest.

"Where's Kayla?" Sure enough, she burst in with a blush of sullenness, and when her eyes fell on him, Antonio could clearly see the anger burning in those eyes.The sight pleased him strangely, and he even smiled, beckoning her to take a seat:

"Then let's talk about it."

"Where's Kayla?"

"I didn't kill her." Antonio shrugged, motioning her to look at the map of Europe on the wall, "She should be living in a red-light district in Paris now—"

"And what about her daughter?"

"With her."

As he expected, she looked at him in disbelief: "That girl did nothing wrong!"

"This ending is not bad for her, who made her have such a mother." Antonio flicked the ashes, "Kayla planned to rely on her daughter to climb the dragon and continue to live a luxurious life in Europe, but according to our original According to the plan, their mother and daughter should become the second victims of Boulogne Castle..."

"The Castle of Boulogne?"

"I know Chatillon, does this surprise you?" Antonio admired her stunned expression with great interest, "Actually, I have already seen you, Edwin La, at the masquerade ball at Boulogne Castle. But you must have not noticed me then."

"How could it be..." she whispered, "How could you know him."

"My ex-wife actually knew him. Maybe you don't have a good impression of her, but do you remember Mrs. C?"

"Mrs. C is dead." She stared at him blankly, as if she had been overwhelmed by the successive shocking secrets, "that's what the servants in the castle said."

"Ms. C is her older sister. Most of the reasons she hates you are because of her. My wife has many shortcomings, but she values ​​her family very much. For example, her older sister and her son." Antonio pointed again The armchair, "Don't you really want to hear me tell a story? Maybe after listening to it, you'll hate Boulogne less."

She hesitated, but finally sat down.It's just that the back is straight, as if ready to escape at any time.Seeing that she was so vigilant, Antonio snorted and took out a box from the desk drawer:

"Do you remember it?"

Edwin stared at the sapphire necklace in the box in bewilderment.

"It seems that you don't remember, what a pity." Antonio reached out to pick up the necklace, let the cold silver thread run across his fingers and then fell to the table with the pendant, "Many years ago, Rookwood gave it as a gift gave it to you, and you sold it and it ended up being bought by a French buyer—”

She shivered, as if a basin of cold water fell from the sky and woke her up: "Chatillon?"

"Raphael, to be exact."

Antonio was probably the first in the world to see through Chatillon's secrets, apart from the innocent women who were reduced to bones.

When he first stepped into the Boulogne Castle, he was still a nobody in the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, and because he was chosen as a marriage partner by the youngest daughter of the Meyer family, he jumped into the French high society.At that time, the self-proclaimed noble French generally did not want to talk too much with him, for fear of lowering their own style.

In fact, Antonio was disgusted with these Frenchmen, because he quickly discovered two things.First, he was cheated, and this marriage did not bring him much benefit at all; second, he was just a shield for his wife's promiscuity.

Although he is not happy in every way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.Antonio still pretended to be happy to attend those boring "wife change parties", and then spent half of the time drinking alone, and the other half of the time listening to other people's cynicism.

Of course, things took a turn when he was promoted to diplomatic spokesman.That day, as soon as he entered the castle, he was stopped by the new owner of the castle, another generation of Earl de Chatillon.

I have something nice to share with you.Chatillon's smile was very ambiguous.I finally got it...

Antonio was terrified by his smile, and after several times of questioning, Chatillon confessed that he had managed to get a Veela.

Yes, a "only" Veela.These were Chatillon's words.Whether it was intentional or not, he seemed to have forgotten that Veeva is a unique magical creature in Bulgaria.

Antonio suppressed his anger, swallowed his anger, and followed him forward.Unexpectedly, Chatillon suddenly turned and turned into a study room, and when Antonio didn't know where he was, he spoke again, and his tone became a little different: "I got it with great difficulty, please keep it a secret for me for the time being. "

Antonio blinked and wisely chose silence, but he was wondering why he hid the Veela in the study.

Chatillon went straight to the desk, picked up the box on the desk, and slowly opened it like offering a treasure.Antonio took a closer look and found that it was an ordinary sapphire necklace.The pendant was indeed exquisitely made, but Chatillon should not be surprised by it given his financial resources.

"It's beautiful." After pondering for a moment, Antonio complimented, "Where did you buy it?"

"England." Chatillon closed the box, with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes, which made Antonio quite uneasy, "Mr. Stoyanlov, you are well-informed and well-connected, I wonder if you can do me a favor? "

"Please say."

"I bought this necklace many years ago." He hesitated for a while, and after a long silence, he took a step closer as if he had made up his mind, "Chatillon has his eyes on its old owner and is trying to make her become His next wife. She is alone, and no relatives she knows seem to be around. I can't come forward, so can you try to inform her family so that they can help?"

Antonio's attention was entirely on the first few words he said, and he was completely stunned, unable to figure out what was going on.

"He has never seen her at all, and he wants to take her for himself only after hearing about her reputation!" Chatillon himself was so excited that he even got up and paced back and forth in the room, "Actually, I haven't seen her either." I have passed her, but I know why she is selling this necklace."

"Why?" Antonio asked subconsciously.

"Because her family was in poverty at that time and her money was tight. Of course, it's different now." Chatillon smiled slightly, "She is a girl who can bend and stretch, and I heard that she has a deceptive face... Please don't look at me like that I, Monsieur Stoyanlov. I just pity her. She has had a hard time, and if Chatillon falls into the hands, she will probably be in trouble."

On a normal day, Antonio would probably take this story as a thought-provoking piece of gossip.But now, all his thoughts have been disturbed - he can understand every word in Chatillon's words, but he dare not think about it together He didn't dare to speak easily.

"I have already investigated. Her brother just moved to Canada not long ago, and she has a cousin who is German." Seeing his silence for a long time, Chatillon pleaded very eagerly, "I believe you can easily give them Send a letter, as long as you explain the situation, they should not stand by."

"Please wait a moment," Antonio dared not breathe, "Why don't you come forward in person? I'm just a diplomat from a small European country..."

"Because I can only live in darkness!" Chatillon seemed to be irritated, and suddenly raised his voice, "Besides, I can't control his behavior and thoughts!"

A bold guess came to his mind, and Antonio asked softly, "Who are you?"

"Raphael de Chatillon."