Chapter 797 Burns' Plan
Deloz didn't know Rupert's 'real identity' and kept praising Natalie, 'Your sister is so beautiful' - Beatrice also joined in the fun and said she wanted to be as beautiful as Lulu.
You can see it.
Rupert was very happy, but forced himself to suppress his happy expression.
For a moment, the whole face became a little distorted.
During the meal, Droz mentioned "Queen's College" and Ms. Burns. As Rosalind's friend, Rose also patiently chatted with her for a few words - about the topic of the new school.
She wasn't very interested.
"...Ms. Burns thinks that the one in the palace didn't do a very good job. Every child represents the future of the empire. If we only pay attention to those with noble blood and extraordinary birth, I'm afraid we will soon suffer the consequences..."
"So the college is going to close down?" Randolph also joined in.
"No, sir. Who can make the monarch stop her work?" Deloz said clearly: "Madam just intends to call on people of insight from all walks of life to work together to establish a true retreat that serves only knowledge - abandoning those noisy and noisy business practices and focusing on cultivating the curiosity and desire that are rooted in children's heads."
"If you need help with 'dirt', Ms. Fonseca, please write to me."
He made a joke and a promise - since Bronte supported it, he would not hesitate to spend a little money to make his lover happy.
Droz was surprised: "That's not a small amount of money."
Shandel raised his eyebrows silently.
——Because this sentence exposed Droz's background.
A truly wealthy, well-educated lady would never question a true gentleman in public, no matter what:
Wealth, status, promises, or his steely—
When this kind of question is raised, there is usually a template-like response:
You are awesome.
"Trust him, Droz."
Roland interrupted with a smile, trying to ease the embarrassment for the girl who had already realized her gaffe: "For the owners of the Golden Mist and the Fountain of Youth, most investments on the market are just 'small change'."
"You really love to wipe other people's asses."
“…I’m sorry, Mr. Taylor.” Droz said softly.
Randolph shook his head, his expression sincere: "Bronte told me. Miss Fonseca, I am sincerely proud of the ladies of the Blue Stockings Society. It is because of such a group of people who thirst for truth that the Empire can bask in the sunshine every day for those of us who pursue fame and fortune."
"I think even without me, this school would not lack investment."
That's true.
Droz nodded slowly: "Ms. Burns's ideas have touched many people."
She glanced at Roland, wanting to express her gratitude with her eyes, but she was not sure whether those who "know magic" could pay attention to details like eyes.
"…But I must warn you. Once this college is born from the remains of the Queen's College, people from all walks of life will not take their eyes off it."
Good intentions, malicious looks.
Many things will be magnified.
"I will pass your instructions to Ms. Montagu," she turned to Roland, "Perhaps we will then conduct a course on 'How to Identify Cultists' - Mr. Collins, are you interested?"
if…
If Roland Collins had become a tutor at the New College.
Wouldn't it be possible for them to see each other all day long?
Droz thought silently.
They would spend many cozy evenings together.
early morning.
Wake up in the same bed.
kiss.
Have breakfast together.
Walking into the college in the warm sunshine.
He taught his classes, she devoted herself to her mentor's research - and at lunchtime they met in the middle of the two buildings, said hello, and kissed.
Share a sweet lunch.
It was evening.
He would stand at the entrance of the academy, facing countless longing eyes, quietly waiting for her arrival - from this day on, she would also become the person that all women hated the most...
That kind of life is wonderful.
Even if it was just thirty or fifty years, she could accept it.
Even if it means being called a 'bitch'...
She was willing too.
"teacher?"
The sound interrupted the scholar's fantasy.
"…Yes, teachers. I thought, since we've been worrying about 'cultists' for a long time, why not start a course to teach people how to identify cults?"
Deloz cleared her throat, and felt that some of the eyes cast towards her were filled with…
Malice?
"I'm not sure if I have time, Droz. An executive has an executive's responsibilities."
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Roland shook his head.
teacher?
He can't do this job.
Natalie looked at Deloz, Chandel and Rose with interest, and urged: "Take him, Miss Fonseca. Take him - I can assure you that if you invite this person to teach at the New College, you won't have to worry about whether there are enough students..."
"You can even relax the age limit."
"Perhaps there will be many young ladies in their twenties and thirties who come to learn about their faith..."
Roland was helpless: "Natalie."
The woman disagreed: "If I had your beauty, I would make sure that my name was known throughout London."
It is now.
"…Or, what do you think of my sister? As a student, I mean."
Rupert suddenly realized that if he didn't say something, he would probably have to wait until the beginning of the school year to sit in the same classroom with a group of poor people who couldn't even afford good shoes.
"Father hired a tutor."
She glared at her sister coldly, warning her not to cause trouble.
Natalie laughed even more recklessly.
"I will convince him. Besides, Lulu, tutors are not as good as those in the academy - they are real scholars, with nothing but wisdom..." She said, her voice getting smaller and smaller: "In fact, I have tasted it before... They really have nothing but wisdom..."
"Natalie Benevento." Rupert could hardly hold back.
She really couldn't sit at the same table with such an uneducated person.
"Look everyone, my sister doesn't even love me as much as the adopted child... It's like a knife piercing my heart..." The fat woman sighed, tore off a handkerchief, and sobbed and wiped her tears, making Beatrice giggle.
She sobbed and whispered her sister's name, saying that she didn't want to go to school and didn't want to accept her kindness - she even had time to secretly turn half of her face to wink at Beatrice.
Rupert's face turned visibly red with anger.
Shameful.
It's so embarrassing.
Natalie.
What will these people think of Benevento?
She clenched her fists, straightened her back stiffly, and looked around the table.
"I want to apologize to you on behalf of my sister and Benevento."
"That's not necessary, Lulu." Roland raised his long French fries and gestured without any image. "It just so happened that I started to take a new look at Benevento because of Ms. Natalie..."
Natalie raised her fat face slightly and gave Rupert a look.
'Look.'
Rupert Benevento: …
I really shouldn't be here.
Rupert thought.
A bunch of weirdos.
Deloz didn't know Rupert's 'real identity' and kept praising Natalie, 'Your sister is so beautiful' - Beatrice also joined in the fun and said she wanted to be as beautiful as Lulu.
You can see it.
Rupert was very happy, but forced himself to suppress his happy expression.
For a moment, the whole face became a little distorted.
During the meal, Droz mentioned "Queen's College" and Ms. Burns. As Rosalind's friend, Rose also patiently chatted with her for a few words - about the topic of the new school.
She wasn't very interested.
"...Ms. Burns thinks that the one in the palace didn't do a very good job. Every child represents the future of the empire. If we only pay attention to those with noble blood and extraordinary birth, I'm afraid we will soon suffer the consequences..."
"So the college is going to close down?" Randolph also joined in.
"No, sir. Who can make the monarch stop her work?" Deloz said clearly: "Madam just intends to call on people of insight from all walks of life to work together to establish a true retreat that serves only knowledge - abandoning those noisy and noisy business practices and focusing on cultivating the curiosity and desire that are rooted in children's heads."
"If you need help with 'dirt', Ms. Fonseca, please write to me."
He made a joke and a promise - since Bronte supported it, he would not hesitate to spend a little money to make his lover happy.
Droz was surprised: "That's not a small amount of money."
Shandel raised his eyebrows silently.
——Because this sentence exposed Droz's background.
A truly wealthy, well-educated lady would never question a true gentleman in public, no matter what:
Wealth, status, promises, or his steely—
When this kind of question is raised, there is usually a template-like response:
You are awesome.
"Trust him, Droz."
Roland interrupted with a smile, trying to ease the embarrassment for the girl who had already realized her gaffe: "For the owners of the Golden Mist and the Fountain of Youth, most investments on the market are just 'small change'."
"You really love to wipe other people's asses."
“…I’m sorry, Mr. Taylor.” Droz said softly.
Randolph shook his head, his expression sincere: "Bronte told me. Miss Fonseca, I am sincerely proud of the ladies of the Blue Stockings Society. It is because of such a group of people who thirst for truth that the Empire can bask in the sunshine every day for those of us who pursue fame and fortune."
"I think even without me, this school would not lack investment."
That's true.
Droz nodded slowly: "Ms. Burns's ideas have touched many people."
She glanced at Roland, wanting to express her gratitude with her eyes, but she was not sure whether those who "know magic" could pay attention to details like eyes.
"…But I must warn you. Once this college is born from the remains of the Queen's College, people from all walks of life will not take their eyes off it."
Good intentions, malicious looks.
Many things will be magnified.
"I will pass your instructions to Ms. Montagu," she turned to Roland, "Perhaps we will then conduct a course on 'How to Identify Cultists' - Mr. Collins, are you interested?"
if…
If Roland Collins had become a tutor at the New College.
Wouldn't it be possible for them to see each other all day long?
Droz thought silently.
They would spend many cozy evenings together.
early morning.
Wake up in the same bed.
kiss.
Have breakfast together.
Walking into the college in the warm sunshine.
He taught his classes, she devoted herself to her mentor's research - and at lunchtime they met in the middle of the two buildings, said hello, and kissed.
Share a sweet lunch.
It was evening.
He would stand at the entrance of the academy, facing countless longing eyes, quietly waiting for her arrival - from this day on, she would also become the person that all women hated the most...
That kind of life is wonderful.
Even if it was just thirty or fifty years, she could accept it.
Even if it means being called a 'bitch'...
She was willing too.
"teacher?"
The sound interrupted the scholar's fantasy.
"…Yes, teachers. I thought, since we've been worrying about 'cultists' for a long time, why not start a course to teach people how to identify cults?"
Deloz cleared her throat, and felt that some of the eyes cast towards her were filled with…
Malice?
"I'm not sure if I have time, Droz. An executive has an executive's responsibilities."
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
Roland shook his head.
teacher?
He can't do this job.
Natalie looked at Deloz, Chandel and Rose with interest, and urged: "Take him, Miss Fonseca. Take him - I can assure you that if you invite this person to teach at the New College, you won't have to worry about whether there are enough students..."
"You can even relax the age limit."
"Perhaps there will be many young ladies in their twenties and thirties who come to learn about their faith..."
Roland was helpless: "Natalie."
The woman disagreed: "If I had your beauty, I would make sure that my name was known throughout London."
It is now.
"…Or, what do you think of my sister? As a student, I mean."
Rupert suddenly realized that if he didn't say something, he would probably have to wait until the beginning of the school year to sit in the same classroom with a group of poor people who couldn't even afford good shoes.
"Father hired a tutor."
She glared at her sister coldly, warning her not to cause trouble.
Natalie laughed even more recklessly.
"I will convince him. Besides, Lulu, tutors are not as good as those in the academy - they are real scholars, with nothing but wisdom..." She said, her voice getting smaller and smaller: "In fact, I have tasted it before... They really have nothing but wisdom..."
"Natalie Benevento." Rupert could hardly hold back.
She really couldn't sit at the same table with such an uneducated person.
"Look everyone, my sister doesn't even love me as much as the adopted child... It's like a knife piercing my heart..." The fat woman sighed, tore off a handkerchief, and sobbed and wiped her tears, making Beatrice giggle.
She sobbed and whispered her sister's name, saying that she didn't want to go to school and didn't want to accept her kindness - she even had time to secretly turn half of her face to wink at Beatrice.
Rupert's face turned visibly red with anger.
Shameful.
It's so embarrassing.
Natalie.
What will these people think of Benevento?
She clenched her fists, straightened her back stiffly, and looked around the table.
"I want to apologize to you on behalf of my sister and Benevento."
"That's not necessary, Lulu." Roland raised his long French fries and gestured without any image. "It just so happened that I started to take a new look at Benevento because of Ms. Natalie..."
Natalie raised her fat face slightly and gave Rupert a look.
'Look.'
Rupert Benevento: …
I really shouldn't be here.
Rupert thought.
A bunch of weirdos.
