The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 92 Ch.91 Transactions and Familiar Names
"You also think that I am a woman and therefore unworthy of discussing these 'business' matters with you? It's ridiculous that I still think you are different - then, shouldn't you also take this 100 pounds 'confidentiality fee' and leave my room?"

Roland turned his eyes away from the conversation and blinked: "I have no other opinion about your identity and gender, ma'am."

Pasetti said nothing, staring into Roland's eyes, as if trying to discern the vague "sincerity" in his expression.

Of course she found it.

But how could a sincere person blackmail a lady?
Roland smiled faintly: "You were the first to throw a punch. You and I are from the same family, so you should know the 'rules'."

"Yes, I admit that my attitude was not good and I was disrespectful to you." Kate Pasetti bent her arms, covered her thin lips with a few slender fingers, and her eyebrows curved.

But she deliberately skipped the topic of "background".

"But this does not prevent me from apologizing to you..."

She looked at the deposit slip on the table and said:

"It won't hinder our friendship..."

"Who wouldn't like to make friends with a noble and elegant man? You are so handsome. If you could leave two days later, maybe our 'friendship' could go a step further."

Her gaze is like a hook and her smile is extremely charming.

"If you could come to me tonight--"

Roland sighed: "If I come to see you at night, we will have a 'common secret', right?"

This sentence instantly turned the charm on Pasetti's face into sorrow.

"You must be an old hand," she said with certainty, "You are so young, and you have such a face...are we friends now?"

Roland did not answer the question: "I need to hear about the price of friendship, ma'am. A friend once told me, 'Everything in this world has a price.' Besides, you should know that an executive officer would never deal with a knight's wife for you... I mean, a real lady."

"You have a mean friend." The woman smiled charmingly. "How could I let you persecute others? I never do such a thing. Besides, you may not understand - with my background, there is no possibility for me to sit in that position... I don't want to either."

"She is a suitable person, like a bird that is easy to feed and does not like to make noises. She does not worry about Philip's affairs, and she is too lazy to ask who is around him. If she really changes someone, maybe it will be worse than now..."

Pasetti thought about it and told Roland his purpose.

"I hope you can help me keep an eye on someone: Philip has been spending too much time with her recently."

She uttered a name that Roland was familiar with.

"Ms. Molly—that's what the gentlemen call her."

Roland had heard this name from Baron Mince-Chloe and Randolph Taylor.

This woman seems to be particularly famous in upper circles recently.

"Somehow she convinced Philip to stay away from women—he hasn't come to see me for two months." Pasetti lowered his head and fiddled with the letter opener on the table. "How can this be possible?"

Of course this won't work.

The pale silver metal blade is sharp and pointed.

With a push, the letter opener slid along the wax and into the white candle beside her hand.

"You are not my servant, and I don't want to be your servant. This is not a request, but a plea. If you can help me, I will certainly be happy to help you in the future."

"OK?"

It was easy for Roland to find out what was going on with Mrs. Jasmine.

Randolph Taylor had discussed this with him many times, and even asked and invited him implicitly.

Roland nodded slightly: "I will write to you, ma'am."

Pasetti's eyes moved slightly, and an even warmer smile appeared on his face: "So, we are friends, Mr. Collins."

friend…

"Let me be honest: I hope we won't cause each other too much trouble." Roland stood up with his cane and stretched out his hand.

Pasetti looked at his hand in surprise, hesitated, then raised his hand and shook it with his.

The slender nails gently scratched Roland's palm. "You are really..."

"It is not proper, as many people have said, ma'am."

Pasetti looked at the young, godlike face in front of him and felt that this conversation was not as he had expected... serious and tense?
Under the gaze of those dark golden eyes, the woman… no, at least she, could no longer get angry.

"Is this how you attract ladies? Excuse me, but I'm afraid you get scolded a lot, especially by men - are you strong enough?"

She shook her held hand, and her fingers gently hooked Roland's palm, again and again.

Roland let go of her hand, turned around with a smile, and walked out the door. "I'm not old enough to attract ladies."

"You're here, you've been here for a long time." Pasetti looked Roland up and down, quickened his pace, walked around the coffee table, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Roland. "If your background and family background were better, you would definitely be the most popular person in the eyes of the ladies waiting to get married."

When they were almost at the door, both of them stopped.

Pasetti stopped talking, paused, and suddenly asked: "...How did you find out my...little secret? Can you tell me?"

Roland smiled mysteriously: "Maybe through your second teacher, Alessa..."

"That's impossible."

Pasetti immediately shook his head and glanced at Roland shrewdly, as if he had found a loophole.

"If you say that, it means you still don't know what happened to her before..." The woman's smile deepened: "It seems that I am getting closer to the answer through the fog."

"Yes, you are smarter than most people."

Roland's casual compliment caused Pasetti to fall silent.

She adjusted her skirt and turned her face away.

When he spoke again, the life force in his voice was almost dead.

"Wisdom is meaningless to women, Mr. Collins. What did it give me? An unstable heart - wisdom led to my greed and caused my mother to die quietly in the cold wind..."

"It also made me betray my oath and let the last gentle life that helped me disappear into the darkness."

Kate Pasetti hunched over, holding onto the doorframe as if she were stumbling.

She greedily absorbed nourishment from her life of luxury and debauchery, but ended up conceiving and giving birth to a dead fetus that had already rotted.

"But I have no regrets at all, Mr. Collins."

She emphasized it repeatedly.

Over and over again, I don’t know who I want to convince.

She was furious and gnashed her teeth.

“I don’t regret it at all.”

“Absolutely…”

"I will never regret it."

Roland was silent.

She might be the same as the Lady Alessa whom he saw in the fog.

The latter looked forward to it every day, hoping that the gardener would change his clothes slightly to add a little fun to her boring and rotten life.

And what does she expect to see through the glass window every day?
Is it the mother returning with her basket, or the wonderful dancer who visits after sunset?

All of this is long gone.

This old-fashioned suburban villa far from the town is not a solid refuge that can withstand the swords of the world.

"Wisdom and greed are like a carriage and cake."

Roland said two irrelevant words, unwilling to care about her fake tears, and pushed the door open and walked out.

(End of this chapter)