Flowers, Swords and France

Looking at Charlotte who was laughing like a child, Charles couldn't help but feel angry.

"Don't you understand that since I asked the doorman to say that he was not here when you came, I just didn't want to see you?"

"I know," Charlotte said as if she didn't understand what Charles said, "so I had to call you like this."

...

Charles was angry for a while when his cousin looked like this.

After a moment of silence, he asked softly.

"Is it important?"

"Of course." Charlotte also put away her smile and answered solemnly, "Very important."

Although she looked kind and friendly, Charlotte was not a person who would be easily startled. Since she was so anxious, it must be a big deal.

Charles frowned slightly.

"Well, you'd better give me a good enough reason later." He muttered, and then told her, "Wait for me at the corner of the street, I'll come over later."

"Okay, wait for you!" Charlotte didn't say anything more, and got back to her carriage and left.

It seemed that something really big was going to happen, and Charles had a little realization in his heart.

He quickly sorted out his documents, then casually sorted out his appearance and went out.

It was almost half past six, and the sun was almost gone. Charlotte was pacing back and forth slowly under the shade of the tree, obviously in deep thought. Charles walked over slowly and asked in a low voice.

"What happened to make you so anxious?"

Charlotte's face was extremely rare with a little sadness. She hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed slightly.

"Charles, I may be in big trouble."

Charles felt bad, but he remained calm.

"Tell me in detail."

Charlotte bit her lip, hesitated for a while, and finally said it.

"I persuaded grandpa to participate in an investment project before, but now, I feel more and more that there is a problem with it."

"Problem?"

"It's a big investment. After hearing my recommendation, grandpa made the decision after investigating for a period of time. In theory, there shouldn't be any big problems with the project in which Baron de Bovan participates, but I have been feeling a little uneasy recently..."

After hearing this familiar surname, Charles' expression became extremely strange.

"Charles, what's wrong with you?" Looking at Charles' expression, Charlotte was puzzled, "Do you know anything?"

After a few seconds, Charles answered.

"I hope you won't tell me that this is an iron ore development project, and this iron ore is in Lorraine."

"How do you know?" Charlotte asked, and then her face became even uglier, "What do you know?"

"I don't know much," Charles answered honestly, and then added with a little malice, "but it's enough for me to judge that this is a scam."

Charlotte's face turned pale, and then her eyebrows frowned tightly, and then she clenched her right hand tightly, and her silk gloves were suddenly straightened.

"What's going on?"

Charlotte explained to Charlotte what he had investigated and his judgment.

Charlotte had been listening quietly, biting her lips very tightly.

Finally, she almost gritted her teeth and said something.

"Damn it! I knew I couldn't trust these untouchables! These untouchables!"

"How much did you invest?" Perhaps because he hadn't suffered such a loss, Charles was much calmer than his sister.

Charlotte still clenched her hands tightly, her eyes a little scattered.

"One million, damn it, one million! Charles, this is one million francs!"

Charles was silent.

Even for the wealthy family of the Duke of Treville, this must be a huge sum of money.

"The old man Bovan has been dealing with my family for many years, but I believed him and recommended this project to my grandfather after I got the news. Charles...Charles, I'm really in big trouble. If this is really a scam and they are going to swallow our money, then...what will my father and grandfather think of me?"

Charlotte was not only worried about her family losing a lot of money, but also worried that after her stupid behavior brought huge losses to the family, she would leave a huge stain of "very incompetent" in her grandfather and father, so that she would never be able to gain enough trust in the future. This blow would be fatal to her.

So when she found out that something was wrong, she did not choose to go home and report to her elders, but chose to go directly to Charles to discuss it. At the most critical moment, she thought of only her younger brother to ask for help.

Looking at Charlotte who was almost at a loss, Charles sighed softly.

It was meaningless to blame her now, such as "Why were you blind in the first place?" It was meaningless except to make people more lost, and boring words of comfort were even more meaningless. What kind of comfort could be compared to one million francs?

The only way out was to think calmly.

"Has the money been transferred there now?"

"Yes, it has been transferred." Charlotte answered softly.

"That is to say, the money is already in their hands, and you want to take it back now, right?" Charles concluded.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Charlotte smiled bitterly.

"No, it's not the last moment yet, don't lose heart." Charles was still very calm, "What result do you want most now?"

"I want to get the money back before things become irreversible, and then tell grandpa that the project was terminated due to an unexpected change, and the other party returned the money..."

Charles understood her thoughts. This was probably the best ending that Charlotte hoped for.

Just abandon her like this?

No, it's impossible. Even if we are no longer in love, even if we may have parted ways, at least she is still my sister, the sister who grew up with me!

Charles made up his mind.

"Is the Duke of Treville the only investor in this project?"

"No, how could there be only one investor," Charlotte replied immediately, "The project is so big, one million is a huge sum of money for ordinary people, but it is just a drop in the bucket for developing mines..."

"That's good, we still have a few days." Charles seemed to relax a little.

"What?" Charlotte was a little confused at first, and then seemed to understand something, "Do you mean to track down other investors?"

"Yes." Charles nodded.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

"And tell them?" Charlotte asked, then shook her head, "No, even if that's the case, if Baron Bovan refuses to admit it and says that the money has been transferred and he didn't know about it, we still can't do anything to him."

"Don't tell them yet." Charles answered decisively.

"Hmm? Charles?" Charlotte was a little confused.

"Answer me honestly, what kind of person is Baron Bovan in your eyes?" Charles looked at his sister seriously and asked word by word.

"A pariah, the most hateful one among the pariahs." Charlotte blurted out, and then seemed to say the following words reluctantly, "Despite this, he is still a very capable and very scary person."

Charles shrugged.

"At least he is not someone we should regard as an enemy at the moment, right?"

Charlotte understood.

"You mean, just tell other investors to force him to return the money to me? Try not to have an irreconcilable hatred with him first? Charles... makes sense."

She regained her composure so quickly. Should we say that Charlotte is worthy of being Charlotte?

Charles stopped talking and let Charlotte think for herself.

"Okay, I'll check the information of other investors in the meantime." Finally, Charlotte nodded.

"I'll help check it out." Charles smiled.

"Then, I'll go and negotiate with Baron de Bovan privately to see if he can return the money first." Charlotte continued to think, "No..."

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Charles.

Then, she suddenly took off the silk glove on her right hand with her left hand, and then held Charles' right hand tightly with her right hand. Just like that night.

"Charles, will you come with me? I am a girl, Baron de Bovan may not believe my threats, and even if he does, he may not be afraid of me. If he really... really forces me to death... then my family will become his mortal enemy, which is a disaster for me..."

She closed her eyes slightly.

"Charles, please don't refuse me."

Her expectations and requests were not wasted.

"Okay." Charles agreed straightforwardly.

Now is not the time for Ren to act like a child. No matter what other reasons there are, her surname is Treville, and this reason is enough. .

Charlotte opened her eyes again, and there were tears in them.

"Thank you, Charles."

"You're welcome." Charles replied calmly, and then wiped her tears with his free left hand, "It's so late, you should go home first, calm down, and pretend that nothing happened."

"Is it okay?" Charlotte hesitated.

"There must be no problem."

"Okay." Charlotte nodded, and then pulled Charles hard.

Charles rushed to Charlotte unexpectedly, and then he was supported, and her soft lips touched his lips.

Their breaths seemed to merge into one.

After a long time, the two separated again.

"You shouldn't act so frivolously in this situation! This is a crucial moment for you!" Charles seemed to be trying to cover up his embarrassment, and he glared at his cousin.

Charlotte looked at Charles with a smile.

"Charles, this is the deposit."

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After returning home, Charles wrote a note, put it in an envelope, and then handed the envelope to the old servant, asking him to pass it to his grandfather later.

"I have already checked it out. It is a scam. It is not worth investing a single sou in it. The name of Bowen deceived you and many others.

You almost plunged yourself into the abyss of bankruptcy and almost ruined Fran's future, but I still don't blame you.

Love made you make such a mistake, even so, we are still grateful for your love for us."

He couldn't bear to see the old man's depressed look, and he didn't have the courage to see it. (To be continued.)