The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 229 Ch.228 Chanderson and Cherry
Roland was admiring this exquisite porcelain from the East. He shook his wrist slightly, allowing the tea to seep into the wall of the cup, like brown waves kissing the clouds.

"As a gold card guest of Palojemed, you definitely have enough rights in this place."

"Isaac Brown, apparently this isn't the first time he's come here lately to try to pawn his assets."

"It just so happens that you invited me today, but you were very rude to ask me to accompany you to handle private matters."

"What's more, I know Cherry, and Isaac Brown is one of the causes of Cherry's death..."

"We bumped into each other by chance—the counters were right next to each other."

Roland put down his teacup, his voice paused slightly after the long sentence, and he tilted his face with a faint smile.

"You know what's even more ingenious than that?"

"You know Cherry, too."

Philip Chandler had an expressionless face and looked Roland in the eye without hesitation, as if he was a wild and ferocious African warthog examining its prey.

But after a few breaths, he lost his ferocity and smiled in an especially friendly manner.

"I am glad you called her 'Cherry', Mr. Collins—I beg your pardon, but it would be better if I could call you Roland."

Roland raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I have a new friend today."

"Maybe." Chandler straightened his collar, stood up and buttoned his suit, "Let's talk in the carriage, my future friend."

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“You may think it’s a fantasy, but it’s true.”

In the private carriage, Philip Chandler told Roland a simple story.

"She almost became my wife."

Philip Chandler is obviously much older than Cherry Chloe, but it is normal for the man to be older than the woman in a marriage.

She was originally one of the candidates for Chandler's wife, and both families had gotten to know each other through some channels: they even met at a cocktail party and talked several times.

"Honestly, if we were just chatting, we would probably be pretty good friends."

But as a wife, the Wilsons were a little inadequate.

Because the Chanderson family is not only rich, but also has a title.

"She was very thoughtful. To this day, Roland, I can still recall what we talked about for the first time. She told me not to blindly exchange money for stocks when I was ignorant, and not to blindly invest these liquid gold pounds that carried the family ship into an industry that I didn't understand. That would be like giving it away for nothing... That would be charity."

In the carriage, Baron Chanderson held a glass of wine and spoke in a faint voice.

He recalled Cherry-Chloe's grace at the cocktail party a few years ago, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

"I remember that at that time, railways and railway cars were still in the 'experimental' stage - that was the only time she told me."

The Fat Baron imitated her words.

"'Just imagine, Chandlerson, just imagine. These metal tracks are like blood vessels connecting the entire country - if I'm even crazier, is it possible that they could one day connect the borders of the country?'"

These are Cherry-Chloe's exact words.

She could not control her own destiny, but she gave Chandler advice, suggesting that if he wanted to invest, he should seize the opportunity and find a way to invest in the railway and get involved in this business.

Because that not only brings money, but also power.

"Master the flow of blood."

Unfortunately, for some reasons, Philip Chandler was not qualified to intervene at that time.

He missed the business.

"Cherry Wilson, a natural business person... and a good person. She helped me a lot, although she didn't think it was a 'big favor'..."

He was very excited when talking about his old friend, gesticulating with joy: "You don't know how valuable her head is! And Mince-Chloe? He is not even as smart as the dog raised by the servant's son that my wife brought here! He is so stupid!"

Roland said nothing, took a sip of red wine, and listened to him vent quietly.

"…When I learned of her death, I immediately realized that she must have been persecuted using that common 'method'! How dare the Chloe family?!"

The remodeled cabin is very quiet and there is almost no bumpiness during driving.

"Indeed, they do, Mr. Chandlerson."

"Call me Philip, or Fat Philip." After seeing clearly what Roland had done, he seemed to suddenly take off the greasy mask and show him his rare sincerity - as time goes by, this thing that should not exist will become less and less.

Roland thought carefully for a few seconds: "...Okay then, Fat Fili."

Philip Chandler: …

She really did. "I knew from the first time I met you that you are not a rigid person who follows the rules."

The fat baron pointed at Roland, put down his wine glass, took out two cigars from the wooden box beside him and handed them to Roland.

He was a little surprised by Roland's reaction, but he also felt that this kind of weird personality of "What's wrong? It was you who asked me to scream" really suited his taste.

He doesn't like those hypocritical mummies who are covered with precious skins but are actually rotten inside.

He is keen to make friends with people like himself...

Phantom.

For example, if you love women, just say you love women, and don’t miss any opportunity to touch their vaginas, and lick their cunts in those obscene restaurants;
If you love money, just say you love money. Even if it's a friend who has saved your life, don't pretend to say "because you saved my life" - just shake your fist and roar "I can't pay you a penny more!"
If you worship power, you should make it clear early on: If one day you stand in my way of pursuing power... I would first like to apologize to you, my closest friends who are present here - because at that time, I will definitely choose power and trample you under my feet.

If you love art, are fanatical about religion, or even always keep your eyes on someone of the same gender as you...

What's wrong with that?

Don't be like those people who become more and more shameless as their hats get higher and higher.

"I'm beginning to like you." Philippa Chandler lit a cigar, but saw that Roland refused her help, took out a small silver lighter, and lowered his head to light it.

He listened to him talking while he was chewing a cigar and toasting it.

"The bishop of Holy Cross said the same thing. Since that day, I don't like it when men say it."

His serious and helpless look made the baron burst into laughter.

"You are a wonderful person."

"I am only half wonderful, Philip, and half unpleasant."

"I hope I don't see your other side." Chanderson turned his wrist and narrowed his eyes. "I realized it was a scam a long time ago, Roland. When the letter spread in the circle and more and more people participated in the 'investment', I remembered what Cherry told me."

Don't put the hard work accumulated over years and generations into a place you can't see and don't understand at all.

That's charity.

"So, ever since you heard that Cherry and I are familiar with each other, you have been planning for this day, right?" Roland asked him, propping up his head.

Philip nodded.

"I don't know if you are in the same group as that idiot from Chloe's family. Excuse me for being rude... Oh, I guess you don't need to apologize, right?"

"No, but the wine is good."

"I'll prepare three bottles for you."

"That's very generous of you."

"This isn't mass-produced locally. I spent a lot of money and waited for several months for it to float over the sea... If you really like it, then... four bottles."

"Your shining qualities can restore sight to a blind man."

Chandler began to laugh again.

This young man was so interesting - he was a person who didn't follow the rules, and didn't follow the so-called "rules" set by those old guys; at the same time, Roland didn't have the slightest bit of the timid temperament of the "lower class".

He doesn't touch either side.

This is an interesting friend.

A friend from the Inquisition who possesses true 'power'.

Even without Cherry, he would be happy to make friends with such a young person. Moreover, someone who had not contacted for several years suddenly mentioned this name in a letter one day...

She mentioned the Ileite Art Society, composers, novelists, and…

Her 'brother', Roland Collins.

Cherie.

My dear friend.

Your eyes never betray you.

"I just want to know if you know about this matter, and at the same time, I want to see your attitude... I didn't expect that you also noticed this scam..."

Speaking of this recently hot 'investment', Philip Chandler's face looked a little serious.

"A big lie."

He couldn't imagine what kind of crazy and greedy genius would do such a thing.

(End of this chapter)