Flowers, Swords and France

This innocent and casual question from his cousin suddenly caused great waves in Charles's heart. Although he had not heard this name a few times, it was so impressive that he could never forget it.

"Ezreal Walter? What's going on?" The smile on Charles' face suddenly disappeared, "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"It seems you really know this person?" Judging from Charles's reaction, Philip concluded that he was right. "No wonder... I'm just saying, how could my father do such a thing for no reason."

"Brother, it's not good for you to talk half-heartedly like this. To be honest, I don't understand what you are talking about at all." Charles patted Philip on the shoulder again, "Can you just tell me the truth? What happened to this person? "

At this time, Philip felt that something was wrong with Charles's attitude, so the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Well, it's nothing. It's just that my father recently hired a secretary, who is this person. As you know, our family will not easily hire people with unknown backgrounds, but the strange thing is that our family has never I have never interacted with this person... so I thought, was it recommended by you... Charles, is that so @万@书@吧@.nsb.cm? "Of course not." Answer out loud. "Although I do know, I have never recommended this person to anyone."

Although he pretended to be very calm on the surface, Ciel was feeling quite restless at the moment.

Ezreal Walter, how did this young man get in touch with the Duke of Treville's family? And what did his cousin think? He fell into deep doubts.

The young man's appearance when I met him before, and his casual attitude during the conversation. Gradually, it came to Ciel's mind, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

From before, he felt that this person seemed to be very familiar with his family's situation, but he didn't expect that he would drive him away. Now this man actually went directly to work as a footman for his cousin - what on earth did he want to do?

Although the Duke of Treville's family can pay very high salaries to the people they employ, which is indeed a job worth fighting for for ordinary people, judging from the situation that Charles has investigated before, this young man is not short of money. So, why did he have to come over and be a secretary?

No matter how he thought about it, Ciel felt that this person had some evil intentions.

"Didn't you recommend it?" At this time, his cousin spoke. His face was full of curiosity, "That's strange... Why would dad suddenly do such a clueless thing? By the way... Charles, what kind of person is that person? Is he very serious and old-fashioned? I listen to dad "He plans to let this Ezreal stay with me and supervise me. If he is a serious person, then I will be in trouble..." "I don't know very well, I have very few interactions with him." Dude." Charles maintained his composure. He replied in a low voice, "Anyway, you are saying that this man named Ezreal Walter is now hired by your father and is going to be sent to you?"

"That's right." Philip blinked, "When you were holding a dance, my father also invited him over..."

"What!" Charles opened his eyes slightly.

He didn't expect that. His cousin actually did so many weird things secretly.

It turned out that at that time, I was the most proud of myself. There was actually a pair of eyes next to him, watching him coldly. Maybe even secretly laughing at myself for knowing nothing.

Charles thought for a while and suddenly felt a slight chill.

Accompanying this chill was an indescribable anger.

Didn’t I tell him personally not to bother our family anymore and to stay away from us? Why are you still trying to get along with me so recklessly? Why can't it just disappear quietly? Does this person look down on me? Or is there some dangerous intention secretly?

It took a moment for Ciel to secretly suppress his anger again.

"Oh, so that's it...I don't understand what your father is thinking." Even he didn't notice it, and there was an inexplicable chill in his tone, "By the way, you said that day Was he also present at the dance?"

"Yes." Phillip nodded.

"So, did he go to see my sister?" Charles lowered his voice and asked, "I was busy with Charlotte, but I didn't pay attention to my sister or him. That night you Didn’t you meet her?”

"I don't know about that... We couldn't say a few words after we met. I felt it was too boring, so I left her and went to chat with another girl." Philip smiled sheepishly. He smiled and said, "As for what happens to her after that, I don't know. Besides, after the dance started, everyone wore masks on their faces, so I don't know who is who..."

"Really, I understand." Charles nodded slightly, his face very calm.

Then, he patted Phillip on the shoulder again, "Brother, listen to your father's words. It's time to calm down. Even if you don't want to marry my sister, at your age, don't you have to get married sooner or later? Don't blame him. You find a secretary to keep an eye on you..."

Of course, no one can see how much cold murderous intent is hidden beneath this social scene.

"Hey, why are you telling me these big truths? It's like you're talking to my dad and Charlotte! Can't we talk about something light?" Philip shrugged regretfully, "Okay, brother, I know what you said, I'll take it seriously..."

Although he was timid, his words were obviously not sincere, and it seemed that he still wanted to continue to have fun as before - but Charles didn't care about this issue.

What he really cared about was who this young man named Ezreal Walter was, and what was his relationship with his family?

Because there was nothing to talk about, after a few more words, Charles said goodbye to Philip in a friendly manner. Then, he walked out of the room and ran into Charlotte in the corridor.

"Charlotte, where were you just now?" As soon as she saw Charles, Charlotte walked to his side, "I've been looking for you for a while!"

"Nothing, just chatted with Philip for a while." Charles answered calmly.

"Is that so? Philip will definitely not tell you anything serious. Don't bother with him." Charlotte directly gave her brother a negative assessment, and then looked at Charles with concern, "Charles, it's getting late, why don't you go and have a rest?"

"Rest later, I have something I want to talk to your father about." Charles' tone was still terrifyingly calm, "Something important."

"What happened, Charles?" Charlotte looked at Charles, her face full of surprise, "You are suddenly so angry, what did Dad do to you?"

Although Charles seemed calm on the surface, as someone who had been with him for almost twenty years, Charlotte could certainly see the storm hidden in Charles' calmness.

"Weren't we talking just fine just now?" Seeing Charles's behavior, Charlotte was a little panicked, because she couldn't understand why Charles suddenly got so angry, "Why is it like this? Did Dad accidentally do something wrong? Charles, don't be like this, I'll go talk to him later..."

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Charlotte's continuous questioning gradually helped Charles recover from his anger.

She was a little confused now, with confusion and panic in her eyes. She was obviously afraid that her future husband and father would suddenly have a big conflict, which would be too embarrassing for her.

I can't scare her, what does this have to do with her. Charles thought to himself.

With this thought in mind, he slowly raised his hand and stroked Charlotte's slightly red cheek.

"Nothing, I just want to ask him something. Don't worry, it's nothing serious. I haven't had any conflicts with your family. For your sake, I won't have any conflicts."

"Is that so?" Seeing Charles say this, Charlotte finally felt relieved, but she was still a little worried, fearing that the two would really quarrel later. "Then I'll take you to see Dad. If you have anything, just ask him. If he refuses to answer honestly, I'll tell him!"

Seeing that Charlotte insisted on going with Charles, Charles thought about it and no longer insisted.

In this way, Charlotte took Charles all the way to the door of her father's bedroom, and then she raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door.

"Who is it?" After a moment of knocking on the door, the voice of the little Duke of Treville came from inside, obviously a little unhappy because he was disturbed.

"It's me, Dad." Charlotte answered directly.

"I knew it was you, Charlotte... Who else would knock on my door like this..." The little duke's tone was filled with the helplessness of a father who spoiled his daughter, "I can hear you even if you don't knock like this!"

"Okay, Dad, forget about this, open the door quickly." Charlotte didn't care about her father's complaints, "Charles and I have something to talk to you about."

"What? Charles is here too? Does he have anything to talk to me about?" The voice inside became a little surprised, and footsteps sounded, "Okay, come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was opened. The middle-aged man looked at his daughter and future son-in-law who suddenly broke in with a curious look. "Why are you two running here so aggressively? Do you want to ask Dad for money?"

"A very important thing, much more important than money, sir." Charles nodded at him, then pulled Charlotte in directly.

Charlotte gestured to her father, indicating "He is very angry, be careful to deal with him."

"Oh, the young people nowadays..." The middle-aged man could only shake his head and sigh.