The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Her tone was rather humorous, and Julian couldn't help but smile.But then he seemed to think of something, and his brows suddenly became worried.

"But to be honest, Miss Ivy, you are almost 20 years old. People of the same age as you have already given their husband's surname. If you have remained single, I am afraid that you will inevitably be pointed out and discussed by people."

"Why do you want to use someone else's surname?" Ivy didn't care. "Is it to make yourself happy? Or is it to meet the expectations of the world? I don't agree with any of them."

"But this is indeed a way to quickly reach the top class." Julian was very earnest, "Your looks are one of a kind, and you have outstanding talents, and you are very rich now. I heard that your Majesty the King has more than a dozen people. Sons and daughters, not every son needs to be married, you may be able to attract the attention of one of the princes, successfully marrying into the royal family is the dream of all unmarried girls in Europe."

"My dear Mrs. Julian." Ivy smiled at her, "No one deserves to change my surname. If possible, I would prefer the prince to marry me."

Julian thought she was joking, and was about to answer, but was interrupted by the violent and hasty doorbell downstairs, and the two were looking at each other, when the maid hurried upstairs, panting and said: "Old lady, there are two people outside the door." Sir came to Miss Wellesley and said there was an urgent matter."

Hearing this, Ivy hurriedly put on her shawl and went downstairs. She saw Talleyrand and Abel hovering anxiously in front of the living room. As soon as they saw her, they immediately came up to her.

Talleyrand has always been a calm person, but at this moment his face was full of worry, and his handsome face became a little pale.

He got a limp when he fell off a high cabinet when he was young.Therefore, he had to use an ebony crutch inlaid with gold to walk. At this moment, even walking was a little unstable, and his figure trembled slightly.

"Miss Wellesley, pardon my intrusion. But I have to tell you some disappointing news."

As if in too much pain, he turned his head and signaled for Abel to answer for him.

Although the poor little follower was sweating profusely, he still had to keep calm and looked at Ivy sadly: "My respected Miss Wellesley, my guess has come true, the Paris Wine Industry Association has reached an agreement Unanimously, this morning issued a joint statement to collectively boycott you and call on all customers to ban buying your products."

"What's their reason?" Ivy was very clear-headed, not as shocked as they expected, and even as calm as expected.

"Their reason is..." Abel was a little afraid to touch her eyes, hesitated for two seconds, and then said against her sharp gaze, "It is said that since ancient times, business groups have rejected women, and sane women will not have sex with men. Grabbing business, let alone conflicts with men. Now even your canning factory’s turnover has dropped sharply, shops are refusing to buy, and workers are arguing in a mess, thinking that you can’t pay wages any more, yelling there Say you need a promise."

Ivy actually raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

Such a smile seemed too inconceivable in the current situation, which caused Talleyrand to say in surprise: "Miss Wellesley, I know you are in the same mood as me. If you are sad, you might as well show it. "

Ivy understands his pain very well. After all, this foreign minister who loves speculation has invested half of his family property in this industry, thinking that he can make a lot of money from it. To him, it was undoubtedly a more desperate blow than death.

But she kept it calm, sat on the sofa with her wide skirt lifted, and invited them to sit down together.

"Forgive me, I am really anxious. This is our hard work. I don't want it to be burned just because of the resistance of those stubborn people."

Seeing that the factory owner didn't seem to care, Talleyrand was afraid that she would not be able to accept the blow because of her poor psychological endurance, which would cause her nerves to become abnormal.

Seeing that the girl seemed indifferent, Talleyrand shook his head and almost lost his breath. He quickly took out the snuff box in his arms and took a sharp sniff to lower his blood pressure.

"Miss Wellesley." He spread his hands, "I have always admired your wisdom and courage, but it seems that you are still too young to understand the seriousness of the consequences of this matter."

As he spoke, he tapped his knuckles on the glass countertop, making a crisp knocking sound, which shocked Abel beside him.

"If you allow your sales to plummet like this, within a week there will be a backlog of inventory, factories will be shut down, and workers will go on strike, you will be declared bankrupt by the Bank of France due to your inability to repay the loan, which will affect your reputation in the UK and make you lose your status from now on , I will never turn over for the rest of my life.”

His dark gray eyes stared straight at the calm girl in front of him, staring at her face, hoping to get an answer from her reaction.

Already covered in cold sweat, Abel watched the two nervously. At this moment, the living room was so deadly silent that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

"Charles Talleyrand." After the silence, she spoke suddenly, calling out his full name.

"Leaving aside those annoying things, in your eyes, what is your definition of heinous?"

This sudden question was thrown over him suddenly, and he was immediately stunned for a while.

After regaining his senses, he shook his head: "I don't think I'm a good person, but I'm naturally not a bad person. After all, in reality, I haven't seen a truly heinous villain."

"Then let me tell you, Ivy Wellesley, who is in front of you right now, is an out-and-out villain who does everything to achieve his goals. Even if he commits an unforgivable crime, are you still willing to continue to stand on the same line with me?"

Talleyrand laughed: "I don't mind cooperating with a villain who can provide benefits."

"Everyone takes what they need." Ivy stood up and stretched out a pair of slender hands, "Please remain silent, I don't like my assistant being noisy and annoying."

Talleyrand also leaned on his cane and got up to hold it back, and clasped it heavily, trying to see her intentions from those blue eyes that were always as cunning as a little wild cat, but found that the place was dark and deep, and the overlapping vortexes were like the darkness of a storm. surge, licking the sharp stones between the cliffs together with the rolling waves.

Ivy withdrew her hand calmly, "I will not make you regret your choice today. But at the same time, you must give me corresponding rewards."

"If there is anything I can do for you, I am willing to offer my insignificant strength."

"You just need to reassure the workers and tell them not to be fooled by the clowns and that trusting Wellesley is the best thing they're doing right now."