gentleman's servant

Although I got the baron's verbal promise, I underestimated the action of Viscount Bruce.

This morning, Viscount Bruce appeared in the baron's study, and he talked straight to the point with the baron about inheritance rights and marriage issues.

"Oscar, my dear nephew, maybe there was some misunderstanding between me and your father, but it was all a foolish thing I did when I was young, can't you forgive your poor uncle?" The viscount showed weakness as soon as he came up , Reflecting his old face, he looked pitiful.

"I don't understand you, I never blamed you," said the Baron.

"Then why don't you marry Margaret or Catherine?" said the Viscount, "Maybe you don't like Margaret, but I can see that you at least don't hate Catherine."

"Master Viscount..."

"Is it because Catherine doesn't have a dowry? But my dear nephew, you will inherit my title and manor in the future. This is a customary rule, and it has been like this since ancient times. You should marry my daughter." The viscount chattered said.

"I'm sorry..." The baron sighed, "Forgive me for not following my orders."

"Do you have a woman you like? She has a lot of dowry? What dowry can compare to Mormont Manor!"

"I don't have a woman I like. I just don't want to get married yet, so I don't intend to delay Ling Qianjin."

The Viscount stood up anxiously: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to get married now, you can get engaged first, and my daughter can wait for you."

The Baron shook his head. He looked at me first, and then said: "I have no special affection for Miss Catherine, so I will not marry her."

The viscount was angry, maybe no one had ever disobeyed him like this, and he was humbly begging, so his face turned livid, and his voice became high-pitched, as if he was suppressing his anger: "You know What will others say about you? They will say that you are ruthless and unjust! You got our manor, but you are not willing to marry my daughter, and you want my wife and daughters to live on the streets helplessly after a hundred years!"

The Baron folded his arms, which I knew meant, and he was displeased.

The viscount walked back and forth, still blaming: "I have given up my dignity to beg you, just want to find a support for my wife and daughter, why are you so cruel and ruthless! If my son is still alive, why should I Such a humble plea to you!"

"Master Viscount." The baron also stood up. He looked at the other party solemnly and said, "My surname is Bruce. This is the surname passed down to me by my father, because my father is also the son of my grandfather. He left Mormont without taking anything at all." The manor is because the law stipulates that everything in the manor belongs to you. So don’t forget that the reason why Mormont manor belongs to you is because your surname is Bruce and you are the first heir. There is nothing else Any reason. If Mormont Manor belongs to me one day, it will only be because my surname is Bruce and I am the first heir to the manor."

"You!" The Viscount was choked and speechless.

The baron bowed to him and said: "I'm rude, please forgive the abruptness, I am not a person who sees profit and ungratefulness, if my cousin and aunt need me in the future, I will definitely define it, but the matter of marrying a wife should not be done again." Bring it up."

The Viscount snorted heavily, and left the study without saying a word.

Viscount Bruce is not a reckless person, why did his attitude suddenly become so tough?

The reason is none other than the investment advocated by Earl Harlock.

The viscount had already sent someone to investigate secretly, and this investment was really extraordinary. Not only the royal family participated, but also many nobles, big and small, all said that this voyage could make a lot of money.

The Viscount thought, if he could make a fortune by taking advantage of this opportunity, what would he be afraid of?So he let go of his previous cautiousness and courtesy, and showed off to this strange nephew he had always disliked. Unfortunately, the facts disappointed him.

The viscount found his wife and daughters in a rage.

"He refused, and refused again, I have never suffered such a great humiliation, how dare he!" The Viscount cursed loudly, while staring at the two daughters: "You useless trash, didn't you promise me that he would like it? Are you? But he would rather lose his reputation than marry you."

"That...that damned hunchback!" Margaret clutched the handkerchief fiercely: "What is he!"

Catherine didn't expect it at all. She thought the baron would definitely agree, after all, she had tried her best to please him.Coupled with the unspoken rules among the nobles, if he didn't want to damage his reputation, he should marry one of them, and he obviously didn't like Margaret, but why did she even refuse?

"I can't bear to stay here anymore! This unpopular house is like a tomb. There are no banquets, no singing and dancing, and no guests. He is just a freak!" the Viscount complained.

"Shh, don't be so loud." The Viscountess waved her fan: "We wouldn't have come here if we hadn't been desperate. The bank is in a hurry to demand debts, what else can we do!"

"Then kill him!" The Viscount said viciously, "Since he is so unfeeling to us, then he deserves to die!"

"Kill him? Do you think you can kill him so easily?" The Viscountess shook her head: "He is shrewd, how can it be so easy."

"Hmph!" The Viscount narrowed his eyes, "No matter how smart you are, you may not know everything clearly."

"What? What are your plans?" the Viscountess asked.

The Viscount smiled, but did not say clearly: "As long as I can get that thing, his life is in my hands. I have to think about it... By the way, how much money do we have?"

The Viscountess sighed: "Where do we have money?"

"Then fire all the servants, sell the jewelry, and sell everything that can be sold," said the Viscount.

"What are you going to do?"

The viscount stroked his mustache and said: "I found out a way to make money, with the royal family as the guarantee, and even that damn kid invested [-] pounds in it. I can't miss such a good opportunity. First make some money and solve our problem." Let’s talk about the urgency.”

"Fifty thousand pounds!" The Viscountess shook her fan vigorously, "So much money..."

"Hmph! He knew he would make money, so he dared to invest so much. He deliberately avoided me that day, not wanting me to know..." The baron said proudly, "Did he forget that the personal servant beside us was once the owner of our manor?" Did you go out?"

"It's Owen," Catherine interrupted.

"That's right, it's him, that witty ghost." The Viscount said with a smile, "If you want to get that thing, you have to rely on his help. You have to find a way to win him over, no matter what method you use..."

……

These days, the weather is extremely muggy.

The moisture in the soil was hot, and even at night it was not cool.

After I settled the baron, I took a cold shower at the sink in the stable, and then walked to the servants' quarters with my wet hair loose.

As soon as I walked to the shadow of the corridor, someone screamed and rushed towards me, and then I received a soft body.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I missed it, are you okay?" A gentle female voice ambiguously sounded in my ear.

I looked up, and it turned out to be the most beautiful maid beside Miss Catherine.

This scene is too familiar, and it happened in the previous life.

"I'm fine, are you okay?" I said pushing her away.

"I'm fine." The woman said softly.

"Then go back and rest, it's late." I said, going around her.

Unexpectedly, she boldly leaned forward, hugged me and rubbed her soft body, the meaning was self-evident, she said softly: "Mr. Eric, I have admired you for a long time, and I think of you every night... ..."

I pushed her away before she finished speaking, and said coldly: "Does Miss Catherine know that the maid around her is so dissolute? If this happens again, I'm afraid I will have to tell the master. Please respect yourself."

The maid stared at me blankly, with a look of disbelief on her face, as if she hadn't expected that I would spit out the meat up to my mouth.

I clenched my fists and walked up the stairs without saying a word. If what happened this time was not a coincidence, then Miss Catherine should be on stage.She probably thinks that I, a humble and lowly servant, can be dismissed by only one maid. Who knows that I am not pretending to the maid, so there is no other way.It was like this in my previous life, but unfortunately I didn't have any doubts at all at that time, I just thought that this maid really had a crush on me.

Sure enough, at noon the next day, I met Catherine deep in the garden.

She seems to have wandered here by chance, on my daily routine, and met me by chance.

"Owen." She smiled sweetly.

"Good day, Miss Catherine." I bowed to her.

"Come and sit with me." She patted the seat beside her.

I cautiously stood beside her, bowed and said, "Do you have any instructions? I will be at your service anytime."

"Oh, you're such a stern guy." She complained softly, "But I like people like you."

"You flatter me."

Catherine picked up a rose from the bushes and put it to her lips, but her expression suddenly dimmed, and she said sadly: "Owen, have you heard? Oh, yes, you were there at that time, you have already knew."

As she said that, she shed tears, big and big teardrops fell as soon as she said it, it was more real than acting, and it was so beautiful that people loved it.

"...Miss, what's wrong with you? Please don't be sad..."

"How can I not be sad, Mr. Oscar refused my father's request, he begged him in such a low voice...it was all useless to me, I seduced him like a shameless woman, oh, God, I did it all What, I just don't want to make father and mother sad, woo woo..."

I handed over a handkerchief, but Catherine threw herself into my arms, sobbing in a low voice: "What should I do? What should I do?"

I didn't feel much, I just felt her soft chest rub against my body with every sob, this lady always knew how to make a man fall for her, go through fire and water for her, pity me in my previous life It was defeated by such a stupid trick.

"Miss Catherine, don't be sad, there will be a way." I said softly.

"No, no, woo..." She cried for a while, raised her eyes full of tenderness, and looked at me blankly: "Owen, you are such a good person, you are willing to listen to my complaints, there must be many girls who like you, if you want not me……"

As she said that, she covered her mouth with her face flushed, as if she realized that she had slipped her words, so she hurriedly got up and ran away holding her skirt without saying a word.

Of course, she didn't forget to drop a handkerchief that was 'accidentally dropped'. The handkerchief was pure white without any mark, and even the perfume sprayed on it was not what she used to, so it could not be found on her.

Compared with the careless Miss Margaret, Miss Catherine is simply astoundingly shrewd.