Flowers, Swords and France

“…We worked together to protect the lady’s estate from being privately divided up, and more or less reluctantly did some good things—I really did so at the time.

However, just as we were about to leave Saumur, a lawyer found us—don’t worry, he didn’t come to us because of any legal dispute, the actual situation was even more surprising—he actually came from a famous law firm in Paris to handle the lady’s commission!

It seems that the lady is not an old good person who knows nothing about the world. She secretly arranged her own funeral affairs long before she became seriously ill... This is really surprising. But if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising. Not surprising, right?

I won't go into the details, but the lady had already realized how much envy her huge inheritance would cause. She left most of her inheritance to the country, and she wanted to divide up the estates and give them equally to her tenants. In this way, the farmers who kept a close eye on the land would never let anyone take advantage of it.

If it were just these, it wouldn't be enough to make us stunned.

However, at the end, the lawyer said that she actually left a special will for Albert!

In the letter, she thanked the child for taking care of her many years ago and was ready to give him a A large amount of her own inheritance. Obviously, just as Albert regarded her as a mother, she also had a special feeling for Albert, although it was not particularly obvious.

Can you guess how much the money was?

Three million in total! We worked so hard and went through so much trouble to get ourselves a few million, and he became a millionaire so easily, which is really enviable and jealous! Well. This is just a joke.

In short, now our Albert has become a rich man all of a sudden. Life is really unpredictable... But you also know that for a person like him, how much difference is there between being in debt of one million and having millions of assets? He will still live a dissolute life. At least for now, he still plans to continue to work with me in the ministry and continue to help me and Louis Bonaparte. What a loyal friend.

My dear friend, after we finish dealing with things here, we have decided to rush back to Paris immediately. Because we all have public duties, it is impossible to hang around in the provinces all day. And you, of course, can have more fun there, and I sincerely hope you have a good time.

In addition. My sister is also entrusted to you to take care of. I hope you can take on your responsibilities first and treat her like your own sister.

Please write back to me as soon as possible. I really miss you after not seeing you for so many days... "

Charlotte, sitting on the balcony, quietly read the letter in her hand. Such an intimate tone can only come from the hands of her lover-that is why Charlotte's expression at this moment is so comfortable and casual. The handwriting is very erratic and brisk. Through his narration. Charlotte seems to feel as if she is there and witnessed the death of Mrs. de Pontfon with her own eyes.

After a long time. She finally put away the letter, then looked up at the forest in the distance. Bathed in the morning light, her face was white and rosy, and she looked radiant. Her golden hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, and her thin gauze skirt reflected the sunlight vaguely, shining with golden spirit.

Charles told Charlotte exactly how he was temporarily dragged to Saumur by Albert, and then met Eugenie Grandet, and what happened afterwards. In addition to being surprised by Albert's fate, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a little touched by the tragic life of that lady.

She fell in love with her cousin, but was abandoned, and died quietly after a lonely life. And what would happen to me if Charles and I separated? She couldn't help but have this thought in her heart, and soon, this terrible thought was forced down by herself.

No, this can't happen. He has proposed to me, we will get married soon, and then stay together forever... What if it's not like this?

She recalled the past when she was sixteen. On Valentine's Day that year, she was also worried about this problem.

The answer was still the same.

Thinking of this, she smiled again.

Then, she put the letter written by Charles to her into the box where she usually kept letters - of course, there were still countless letters that Charles had sent her in the past - and then she carefully sealed the box, and then she picked up a pen and planned to write a reply to him.

She didn't plan to follow Charles's advice and stay here for a long time. Since Charles had already gone back, what was the point of her staying here? Did she really have to take care of Fran?

No way.

After thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. This guy really softened his heart after a few days, and kept hinting in the letter that he should not treat his sister badly, for fear that she would really suffer a lot in his hands.

This is really... Charlotte couldn't help shaking her head.

Fortunately, Charlotte didn't really punish Fran at that time, otherwise the two of them might have been unhappy because of this.

While thinking about these things, she wrote a reply to Charles. Soon, the letter was finished. She carefully sealed the letter and prepared to give it to her maid to send away.

After doing these things, she stood up and returned to the mansion.

After walking downstairs to the hall, Charlotte was surprised to find that Fran was also in the hall. She had obviously just arrived here and looked very worried.

Since Charles left, Fran has been reclusive these days. She either stays in her room and paints, or goes out with people to collect pictures. There are very few opportunities to meet Charlotte, and Charlotte Naturally, I was too happy to see anything. Unexpectedly, the two of them met in the living room today.

For some reason, Charlotte felt that Fran was a little strange today compared to usual, and most of her usual indifference towards her had disappeared. Seemingly still a little anxious, she glanced out of the corner of her eyes and found that Fran was also holding a letter in her hand.

That must be the reason for this letter. Charlotte felt a little clearer.

Fran was hesitant to speak, obviously she had something to say, but she couldn't keep her dignity down, as if she was waiting for Charlotte to speak first. Charlotte secretly felt a little funny, but she deliberately pretended not to notice anything and slowly found a seat and sat down.

After a moment of stalemate like this, Fran frowned slightly. Finally he spoke first.

"Miss Treville, there is something I want to tell you."

"What's going on?" Charlotte didn't seem to mind what the other party called her, looking at Fran with a smile.

"Can we go back? I have something to go back to."

"What?"

"I just received a letter from Mary." Fran replied in a low voice, gently shaking the letter in her hand, "My teacher suddenly fell ill, and he was very ill. I'm afraid..."

"Teacher?" Charlotte was even more surprised. After a moment, he thought again, "Is that the painter who teaches painting?"

"Yes." Fran nodded, and then she looked at Charlotte, as if she didn't want to say anything more.

After Charles left, Fran was entrusted to Charlotte to take care of her, so she really couldn't leave here without Charlotte's consent. Although I didn’t want to talk to Charlotte, I had to do it.

"Okay, I'll give instructions to the servants. Let's leave here right away." Charlotte agreed to Fran's request without thinking about it for long. She didn't want to stay here any longer, and there was no need to make things difficult for Fran.

Then, she turned around and wanted to leave.

However, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fran still looking sad, lowering her head and looking at her feet quietly.

"Is there anything else?" She turned her head back and looked at Fran curiously.

"Can you do me a favor?" Fran asked hesitantly after hesitating for a moment.

"Huh?" Charlotte was even more surprised, and then she immediately looked at Fran with caution.

This guy actually came to me for help? Isn't it some kind of trick?

"Yes, yes..." After a moment, Charlotte replied coldly, "But what is it? You can go to Charles, won't he help?"

"I don't want to rely on him anymore. It's not good to always beg for help." Fran shook her head gently, "I have to grow up."

"So you came here to ask me for help?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows, with a bit of ridicule in her eyes.

Haha, doesn’t asking for me not mean asking for help?

She didn't expect that in the face of her ridicule, Fran just shook her head gently.

"It's not a request, it's a request for something in return, something I deserve in return."

"Repay?" Charlotte looked at Fran in confusion.

Fran no longer answered, but walked over gently, and then slowly handed the letter in her hand to Charlotte.

"What do you mean by giving me this letter? I don't know the painter, and I don't know how to..." Charlotte suddenly stopped talking, and then her hands shook.

Her blue pupils seemed to be ignited with green flames at this moment.

"Where did you get this?" She suddenly raised her eyes from the letter and shouted to Fran. "What have you done? What on earth is going on?!"

However, in front of the furious Charlotte, Fran remained calm, and even smiled slightly as if she was very happy with her outburst.

"If you still want it, I still have it here."

After hearing this implicit threat, Charlotte was speechless. However, she quickly regained her composure. She tore up the letter and threw it aside.

The pieces of paper flew and then slowly landed at the feet of the two people.

"What do you want?"

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Although she looked very calm on the surface, her voice was trembling a little, and it was obvious that she was very excited now.

Not that she reacted this way.

This letter was written by no one else but herself, and the recipient was Mr. Maurice de Beauvin.

At that time, the Duke of Treville and his family were seeking Baron de Beauvain, and Maurice was pursuing Charlotte. Although Charlotte never liked him for a second, she still chose to compromise. She dealt with Maurice with the usual grace of aristocratic women. After receiving his passionate love letters, Charlotte occasionally responded to him with some letters, which often used some more risqué words.

Although her purpose is just to take advantage of this rich young master. But the fact is the fact after all.

How did she get it? When did you get it? This is no longer the most important issue now.

What if Charles saw it? What if he was really angry? This thought suddenly flashed through Charlotte's mind, and then her heart suddenly tightened.

Could it be that the happiness that was about to be obtained would collapse because of such a small matter?

No, absolutely not.

"What do you want?" After a long time, she asked Fran in a hoarse voice.

Although she looked like she was at a loss, she had immediately decided in her heart that if Fran did not cooperate with her and hand over the letters, she would take coercive measures - after all, this was her territory. If it really didn't work, then there would be another "accident".

"I don't plan to do anything. Otherwise, I would have given them to my brother a long time ago, wouldn't I?" Fran shook her head gently, and then she glanced at Charlotte meaningfully. "This was given to me by the daughter of Baron de-Bowang. I believe you know that she and I are both classmates of Teacher Durenberg..."

…………

What does she want to do? I must kill their whole family!

Charlotte roared again in her heart.

"Very good, thank you for waking up." Charlotte finally looked at Fran calmly. "So what are you going to do with the other letters? Keep them?"

"Give them all to me." Fran answered as if it was a matter of course. "What's the point of me holding these things?"

"Very good, thank you." Although she didn't understand what medicine Fran took wrong today, Charlotte was relieved inexplicably. Finally, it didn't come to the point of fighting. "Then, let's not waste time and go get those damn things together?"

"Okay, if you're so anxious." Fran nodded gently.

Along the way, Charlotte was still wondering if Fran would do something bad in secret, but soon she found out that the other party really intended to cooperate with her. It didn't take much effort for her to get a few letters-obviously. Fran is now extremely cooperative.

"Why not do that? Since you have brought these letters with you, you must have made that plan, right?" After destroying these letters immediately. Charlotte looked at Fran with some doubts.

Because even if I did that, it would be useless. He won't be angry with you for such a thing, idiot. Fran answered in her heart.

You will never understand my brother as well as I do. At this moment, her heart was suddenly filled with this inexplicable sense of pride.

"Because I don't want to be played with by that De-Bovan as a doll." Fran answered coldly, "She seemed to think that I was easy to manipulate. She kept instigating me to give these letters to my brother. She must think that I don't know anything except painting..."

"This pariah! It's what he deserves!" Charlotte also sneered.

What is she doing? Charlotte understood it as soon as she thought about it.

Just as Charlotte instigated, Lola really tried her best to get rid of her brother (and try not to dirty her hands) and become the heir to Baron De-Bovan's huge estate. In order to achieve this goal, she must be looking for someone to borrow a knife to kill for her. Charles must have been regarded as one of her candidates, so she kept creating hatred for Maurice in front of Charles.

As for why she had to ask Fran to do it, it was very simple. She just wanted to achieve this goal as unnoticeably as possible.

"Very good, very good..." Charlotte muttered to herself.

"Now that I have handed over all these letters, I guess Laura won't have them either - if she steals too many letters, it will be easy to be discovered." Fran continued to say, "Look, I have relieved one worry, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Charlotte admitted directly, "It can indeed be used to get the exchange it deserves. Tell me, what do you want me to do? As long as I can do it, I will do it."

Seeing Charlotte so straightforward, Fran nodded.

"It's not a big deal. My teacher asked me before that if he unfortunately passed away, his collections and studios would be handed over to me to take care of..."

"Why is it the inheritance issue again? How come you always run into such a ghost?" Charlotte interrupted impatiently.

"What?"

"Nothing... Go on."

Fran looked at Charlotte strangely, and then continued, "As you know, Germans always have so many relatives, and if the teacher gave all these things to me, there is no guarantee that someone would come to ask for a part of the inheritance... I am not really greedy for the teacher's money, but since he entrusted these things to me, I have to take good care of everything..."

"If you want me to help solve all legal disputes, that's no problem. I can ask someone to solve it, as long as the teacher is really prepared to do so. These things are not a big problem." Charlotte understood what Fran meant, so she answered immediately. "Then, do you have any other requests?"

"No, thank you." Fran bowed and thanked Charlotte.

"…………Thank you." After hesitating for a moment, Charlotte also thanked Fran, and then quickly left her room. It seems that she is planning to return to Paris soon.

After she left the room, Fran sighed softly, then walked to the window sill and looked out the window quietly.

Will she believe this?

Maybe, even if she doesn't believe it, what can she do? (To be continued...)

ps: After returning from a long vacation, I feel so cute~~~