The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 222 Randolph's Dilemma
My name is Taylor.

Randolph Taylor.

I am the successor of the Taylor family and the current head of Golden Smoke.

In the years before a certain angel in human form appeared, I was my sister's favorite brother.

I mean.

Before that bastard showed up.

——Rose could see the embarrassment on Randolph's face, especially when he said he was Beatrice Taylor's brother, and then the girl nodded perfunctorily and immediately turned around and tried to hug Roland.

For a moment, Rose even saw jealousy and dissatisfaction on his face.

My cat, why do you want to mess with a woman who is not in her right mind?
"My friend, Roland Collins. I hope he can treat the Taylor family as his own home and my sister as his own sister." Randolph Taylor said with a smile.

Rose: ...

But the look on your face says otherwise.

She thought rich people were always hypocritical, but she found it hard to understand the complicated and jealous feelings of a brother when he saw his sister pestering her beloved.

Of course, even if she knew that, it didn't stop her from laughing at Randolph Taylor in her heart.

Oh.

and also.

She found that this person was indeed subtly different from those she had met at the banquet.

Gold smoke.

A famous wealthy business family.

There comes an heir who is not willing to climb the ladder.

"Roland, I have recently studied in detail the 'business' you mentioned before - I have to say, you are absolutely, absolutely the most talented person I have ever met in my life!" Randolph praised his friend in front of the servants.

This is indeed the truth from the heart.

Even his grandfather, Randolph, didn't think he could come up with such a brilliant idea as Roland.

Once this golden ball starts rolling, Taylor and Collins will swallow up the wealth of all participants like a whirlpool in the ocean.

The Taylors are always interested in glittering things.

"But we have to be careful, Roland, and choose the right time to end it."

If this sharp blade gets out of control, even the Taylor family will be chopped to pieces.

"I'm curious. If you know the truth, why do you want to get involved?" Roland put Beatrice next to Rose and stroked the cigar handed to him by Bronte. He said with a hint of amusement, "Collins doesn't have the ability to let Taylor take risks."

"But there are gold pounds." A hint of cunning appeared on Randolph's pale face.

He had never heard of such a clever scam: it sounded stupid at first, but if you look at it from another angle...

Let's get someone who doesn't know the ending.

Almost anyone with a greedy heart would walk right into the trap—even if he could guess that the shaky tower would eventually collapse.

"I will definitely avoid it before it collapses."

Anyone who is crushed to death will think this before they die.

"If Bellos Taylor wasn't still alive, I wouldn't be able to resist inviting you to join the Golden Smoke."

Bronte on the side twitched his lips.

That's very polite, Mr. Taylor.

He actually "blessed" his father like this in front of his friends.

"I now smoke Gold Smoke cigars every week, all of which are gifts from friends."

"But this gift is not good enough for our friendship. At least add a few more limited edition boxes... the kind worth dozens of pounds. As for our subsequent cooperation, Roland, please allow me to talk to you after this 'business' is over, how about that?"

of course.

Roland needed someone who could collect mail and was familiar with banks large and small.

This person cannot be in London.

But not too far from London.

"The Taylor family still has some loyal servants." Randolph Taylor assured: "I will write a letter and send people over at the same time - when things are over, these people will live in India for ten years... Oh, by the way, who do you plan to invite first?"

Roland already had his picks for the players.

At the beginning, of course it couldn’t be the Heyman family.

He spat out a name.

"He recently opened a clinic in London. I heard that he's a skilled doctor - Randolph. Let's start our business with him..." The businessman looked at the sister who was pestering Roland, saw her tearing open the sleeves of the curly-haired girl, and muttering something about 'cheap stuff' (probably referring to clothes), which made Roland laugh.

He asked the servant to open a bottle of champagne, and after pouring it, several people clinked glasses.

"Miss Vansittart, if I may excuse my behavior, you and Roland are—"

Rose glanced at Roland, and the two of them spoke at the same time:
Roland: “Friends.”

Rose: "Family."

Randolph Taylor: …

Roland: “Family.”

Rose: "Friends."

Bronte: ...

It can be seen that there was really no discussion at all.

"Who are your family, Roland?" Beatrice looked innocently at Rose who was holding a champagne glass in silence. "Oh, she's your mother?"

Rose: ...

She now indiscriminately hated all women who appeared around Roland.

They are really unpleasant.

"My partner, my friend, and my family, Beatrice. Just like you."

"Oh."

Beatrice didn't know whether she understood or not. She looked at Rose thoughtfully for a long time, and suddenly said, "She has been peeking at you, Roland."

For a moment, Bronte seemed to feel that Rose was 'still'.

She slowly put down her champagne glass, expressionless, and slowly stood up.

Look at the maid.

"Excuse me, bathroom..."

Bronte immediately understood and stood up to lead her away.

As soon as the two women left, the men started.

"Tell me the truth, Roland. Last time it was Halida, this time it was Vansittart—" A sly smile appeared on Randolph's pale face: "What on earth are you doing, huh?"

Roland blinked: "Then Miss Bronte——"

Randolph shrugged. "Just as you thought, Beatrice's governess."

"Oh." Roland nodded and repeated several times in a strange tone: "Tutor, tutor..."

Randolph: ...

He tilted his head and suddenly became interested in the fireplace not far away: "...I have talked to Miss Bronte several times-"

"'Several' times? So, this is not 'love at first sight'." Roland continued to say this, and Randolph inevitably slapped him on the shoulder.

The two laughed and clinked glasses.

"Time waits for no man, does it, Randolph."

Roland put down the champagne glass and pursed his lips. The amber wine was sweet and smooth.

"Time waits for us not."

Randolph said nothing.

After a few breaths, Roland heard him sigh.

"My father won't agree, Roland." For the first time, Roland saw frustration on his face: "I have to marry a noble... at least, someone from the upper class."

"Miss Bronte is not."

"she is not."

"Can it be?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult, Roland. You don't know that there are not many things that can make a woman elegant nowadays. I can spend money to create an identity for her: a composer or a novelist, but you don't know that many art salons must be performed by the person himself... I can't take risks with Bronte's future."

"Do you understand the consequences of your lies being exposed?"

"That's worse than death."

"Besides, if I used the power of the Taylor family...is all this necessary?"

This is a dead end.

(End of this chapter)