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She hates gentlemen, aristocrats, and even more disgusted with those who call themselves aristocrats despite their bullshit!

And Russell is very real, let her see hope.

She didn't want to be a canary in a cage, so she desperately wanted to catch it, and then begged him to take her out of the cage.

Ruth was walking on tiptoe in front, did she turn her head to look at Russell, her expression sometimes smiling, sometimes depressed...

"You should watch the road." Russell reminded.

Ruth slowed down and stood side by side with him, looked sideways at him and asked, "Mr. Walker, did I piss you off? Why do you have two completely different attitudes towards me and others?"

"Are you questioning me?"

"No, I just feel wronged."

Russell left her indifferently, and said, "Your mother called me a poor ghost."

"She is her, I am me, you shouldn't treat me like this, at least I didn't offend you."

Russell raised the corner of his mouth and laughed: "I hate nobles, is that enough reason?"

Ruth froze, and then retorted: "Mr. Walker, I never thought I was a nobleman! Even if I was, it was a caged bird raised by nobles."

"Besides, mother scolded you, and you shouldn't vent your anger on me..."

Russell said: "Fisher has already been punished as he should. As for you...you have a marriage contract, you'd better stay away from me. I'm a bachelor, so I don't want to have a scandal with a noble girl. How can I be in the United States in the future? A foothold? Besides, I really hate self-righteous noble girls!"

Ruth's face was full of anger when she heard the words. The two were located in the side corridor, and there were very few passengers here.

She grabbed Russell's arm, stared directly at him, and said forcefully, "I am not a noble girl! I am different from those damned nobles! Mr. Walker, you are so disrespectful to me, it is simply not what a gentleman should have." the behavior of."

Russell looked at her indifferently, the corners of his mouth raised.

What he wanted was this effect, otherwise he would not have communicated with her in this way.

Create a strong sense of contrast and let Ruth release all the depression in her heart. Then she will become dependent on him and be able to open her heart at any time.

"I'm a poor man, not an upstart. And you are a noble..."

When Ruth heard 'noble', it was as if she had been pricked.

"Mr. Walker! As I said, I am not a damned nobleman! My father has passed away and left behind a huge debt. In order to pay off the debt and continue to enjoy the noble life, my mother decided to sell me to the Karl family to support my mother's luxurious life!

As for my marriage contract with Karl, it was arranged by my mother, and I didn't know it before!

If my mother hadn't been nagging in my ears all day long, I would not have boarded the boat!

That Carl is rude, full of bad taste, extremely controlling, and has no taste in art. I have no common language with him, let alone have no feelings...

I hate him so much!In my eyes, Karl is not as good as a homeless man begging on the street, he is simply a piece of land! "

As soon as Ruth vented, all the resentment and grievance accumulated in her heart evaporated.

Immediately, she seemed to relax a lot.

"Mr. Walker...I, I'm not losing my temper with you, I...I just want to tell you that I'm really not a noble girl."

Russell turned his head to look left and right, and said, "I see."

After speaking, he stepped forward.

Ruth was dazed again, which was a little different from what she had imagined.

In imagination, Mr. Walker should comfort her, but he didn't...

Instead, she said plainly that she knew it, and overshadowed all her angry words just now.

This made her feel an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"Mr. Walker, please wait for me."

Ruth chased after her, and Russell turned to look at her and said, "Are you feeling better?"

"Ah?" She was stunned for a moment and stammered: "You, you...you mean...on purpose?"

Russell nodded and hummed.

Suddenly, Ruth froze in place.

She didn't expect that Mr. Walker's words and behavior just now were all intentional, and the purpose was to let her vent her inner gloom.

"Walker...Mr. Walker..."

Ruth opened her mouth and squeezed out a sound from her throat, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

His throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, his eyes were red, and tears flowed down his face instantly.

Russell stopped and turned his head, beckoning to her, "Follow me."

"Ah, oh! Yes, Mr. Walker!"

At this time, Ruth was extremely happy. Although she shed tears, they were tears of excitement.

No one has ever understood her, and no one has really cared about her, they are all for fame and fortune.

But Mr. Walker understood her very well.

Ruth didn't know how to express her gratitude, but she just followed him with a smile on her face, turning her head to look at his profile from time to time, her eyes full of admiration and admiration.

"You should think about how to explain it to Fisher, Carl."

"Explain what?" Ruth asked.

"Your voice was loud just now. Although there were not many people in the corridor, many people in the room heard it."

Ruth blinked happily and said, "Mr. Walker, are you caring about me?"

Russell frowned and turned his head, "You are very affectionate."

"Haha, yes, and I think I'm hypocritical. It doesn't matter. Even if they spread the word, it doesn't matter if my mother finds out. She will only think of me as a rebellious girl. As for Carl? Leave him alone! I will run away when I get to America, I will never marry him!"

Since opening her heart, Ruth's mood has stabilized a lot, and there are more smiles on her face, instead of a numb and helpless expression.

"Mr. Walker, I think you are not only an excellent security consultant, but also an escape expert. Can you teach me how to escape?"

Russell nodded and said, "Yes."

"Really? Oh! Great, thank you Mr. Walker." Ruth cheered.

"Don't be too happy, you have to pay more."

"What?...I, I don't have any money."

Ruth immediately put away her smile and turned frustrated.

She didn't expect Mr. Walker to be so realistic. Could it be that he can't do things without money?

This is the aftereffect of her being kept in a cage. The luxurious life of rich clothes and good food makes her think that money is not important, and she will live happily even if she has no money.

"It's hard to do without money."

Ruth asked, "So how much do you need?"

"It depends on your sincerity."

"Is it okay after a while, I will give it to you before arriving in the United States."

"it is good."

The luxury first-class suite on the Titanic costs $4350, or about £870.That's 1912 prices!

It includes a living room, powder room, two bedrooms and dressing room, and a private promenade deck of about fifty feet with magnificent sea views.

The interior decoration is even more luxurious than ordinary first-class cabins, with fine wood paneling, high-end Georgian art style furniture, and even bedding is handmade silk...

Ruth brought Russell to b52, she opened the door and made an invitation gesture.

"Mr. Walker, please come in."

Carl was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a sad face when he heard the voice suddenly raised his head.

Then, he saw Ruth open the door for Russell herself, with a warm smile on her face, a smile he had never seen before.

At this moment, Carl was a little dazed.

Staring blankly at Russell and Ruth, how did the two of them get together?

And it looks like you're having a good time chatting?

Karl didn't know what was going on in the restaurant. He even had his lunch in the bedroom, because he couldn't face people with a pig's head, and the first-class celebrity circle was discussing gossip about him.

Ruth did not follow in, but stood at the door and asked, "Mr. Walker, can I listen to you talking about business? I want to learn how to do business."

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Chapter 82 Blackmail?Ruth: you are my angel

Carl stared blankly at Ruth who was standing at the door with a quiet posture and asked politely.

I can't believe that these are the words that Ruth will say. At this moment, she looks very much like a real noble lady.

This is the appearance that Carl has always dreamed of. He hopes that Ruth will be well-behaved, sensible and obedient.However, as things went, Ruth was not only unruly and willful but also looked down on him.

Carl was quite puzzled. Why did Ruth seem to be a different person in such a short period of time?

At this time, Russell heard her voice, waved his hand and said, "Of course, but when men are talking about business, it's best for women not to interrupt."

Ruth jumped up and down, "Mr. Walker, please rest assured, I will definitely not interrupt, let alone tell the topic you are talking about, I will firmly keep it secret!"

"close the door."

"Ok!"

Ruth walked into the living room easily, and Karl could feel the joy emanating from her from a long distance away.

At the invitation of Mr. Walker, she sat on the sofa next to the door, but she glanced at Carl when she sat down, moved her hips a little to the side, and kept her distance.

Russell sat across from Carl, with a smile on his face, he flipped out a cigarette, took out one and handed it to him.

"Pick one?"

Carl shrugged, he habitually waved his hands and shook his head in refusal, "Oh, no...I don't...Okay, I'll smoke one...Thank you, Mr. Walker."

Ruth laughed wildly inwardly when she saw him dancing and flustered.

However, she just couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth and didn't laugh out loud.

Russell lit the cigarette and kept the kerosene lighter on the table. Karl took it nervously and lit it several times before igniting the cigarette.

A spicy taste rushed straight into his throat, choking his eyes to tears and his face flushed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Walker... It's my first time smoking this kind of cigarette. It's so hot... It doesn't live up to your good cigarette."

Russell said with a smile: "This is not a good cigarette. It is the cheapest in the eyes of you ... nouveau riche, just like us poor ghosts who have no status and no wealth. When you don't need it, you won't look at it. .”

Carl was speechless, just pinching the cigarette without continuing to taste it in his mouth.

"How much do you think this cigarette is worth?"

Carl blinked and hesitated: "One cent?"

Russell frowned, "The cigarettes that make you miserable are worth 1 cent? Mr. Carl, are you kidding me?"

Suddenly, Carl understood.

"It's worth a hundred...no, a thousand dollars!"

Russell nodded, took out three packs of cheap 10-cent cigarettes from his pocket, and threw them on the table.

"Sell you three packs, how much do you have to pay? Then count the half pack."

Carl stared at the three and a half packs of cigarettes on the table and was stunned.

At first Ruth didn't understand what the two were talking about, wasn't it about business?Why are you talking about cigarettes?

However, when Mr. Walker took out three packs of cigarettes, she seemed to understand.

Immediately afterwards, he left half of the bag on the table again. After Ruth saw it, she couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Russell turned to stare at her, Ruth hurriedly covered her mouth, and explained: "Mr. Walker, I didn't mean it...Oh, I shut up."

Carl raised his hand and rubbed his face to wake up, but he rubbed the swollen wound, grinning in pain.

He took the three and a half packs of cigarettes on the table and counted them carefully.

"Three packs of 60 sticks, half packs of 13 sticks, a total of 73 sticks."