Flowers, Swords and France

There was dead silence.

One of the two girls covered her face, the other frowned, looking at each other without any acquiescence. The fragrance in the air is mixed with extremely violent emotions, and it seems to suddenly become turbid, making people more and more breathless.

Blood was still slowly seeping out from the wound, staining Mary's hands red, making her look even more horrifying. However, Mary seemed to feel no pain. After the initial subconscious scream, she looked at Fran without saying a word. This reaction made people even more frightened.

Because she didn't know how serious the other party's injury was, Fran felt a little guilty. However, when she opened her mouth slightly to apologize, she found that she couldn't say anything. How could the pain inflicted on the other party by this blow driven by extreme anger be compared to the pain he had accumulated over the past few days?

Anger and resentment lingered in her heart, making her unwilling to forgive her former friend.

"Go get something to wipe your face, and then go see the doctor. As for what you want to do next, it's up to you." After a long silence, Fran sighed sadly, "I really didn't expect... This is how you repay our friendship. You are no longer my friend. Well, maybe you don’t know how to do this. Now that you have climbed onto a higher branch, you no longer need to treat me with pretentious words... "

As soon as she said this, the extreme panic she felt just now gripped her heart severely again, causing her to continue to ache.

"I never thought of this at the beginning." Mary replied in a low voice, "Okay, this is not a meaningful excuse. I did betray our friendship, and I am sorry for you..."

The blood has slowly coagulated. The blood flowing out became less and less, and the blood on the wound turned into a sticky fluid. It was as if his hands were glued to his face. "However, I don't want to hurt you and perform some good show of crying in front of you at the same time. That is too vulgar. All this is my own choice. If you want to hate me, hate me."

Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door. Apparently, the servant who heard the scream just now ran over for fear that something had happened to the eldest lady.

"Ah. Now you can complain in front of him again." Fran sneered. "Or are you going to tell him everything?"

At this time, her mood had sunk to the bottom.

Now that everything has been revealed, she has no place to hide. Perhaps, she will get a verdict from her brother later.

How will you be punished?

Will he be sent to the big banker as an accomplice, or will he be locked up like Agnes and never see the light of day again? Or... just like grandpa hoped, being forced into marriage with an unknown person?

No matter what happens, it doesn't matter.

The despair caused by repeated disappointments, and the frustration caused by failure. She couldn't keep up any energy anymore and just wanted to end it soon.

"You are wrong, I won't do that." However, Mary's answer exceeded her expectations.

Fran looked up. Looking at each other with some surprise. However, this time she was no longer too lazy to guess the other person's thoughts and waited for the other person to explain on his own.

"If I go to report now, without even thinking about it, sir will definitely be furious. Then, you will definitely be punished." Mary looked at Fran calmly, but her tone was slightly trembling. "Although judging from your behavior, you deserve to receive any punishment, but...but I know that no matter what punishment you receive, you who have lost all hope will lose all hope in life. What happens next? , you can either live in despair like a dead tree, or... or simply take your own life! This is definitely not the outcome I want."

"That's my business, you don't have to worry about it." Fran glanced at the other party slightly mockingly, but she no longer had the energy to argue with the other party, "Besides, even if this is the case, wouldn't it be better for you? ? It will be easier for you if you eliminate me as an eyesore."

"That's not the case!" Mary almost shouted. "How could you think so?"

After a moment, she calmed down her emotions.

"If I was going to do this, I wouldn't come to you in private. What I just said to you, I didn't say to anyone else in your family."

She played a little trick here - of course Matilda did not belong to the 'other people in your family' as she said, but Fran was in a very disturbed mood and naturally had no time to hear the implication. "You...why did you do this?"

"If I say that I don't want to hurt you, you won't believe it? Although most of my reasons are this. Of course, there is another reason..." Mary smiled slightly, and this smile spread on half of her cheeks. Against the background of the bloodstains, he suddenly became a bit eerie and weird, "This is... I want to tell you that your failure is not because of Ignoring me and underestimating me is not careless, but an inevitable outcome! Even if I am an enemy of you openly, I can defeat you! Yes, I will not expose you, because if I admit myself, I can’t compare to you. I will continue to keep my mouth shut, but I will destroy all your plans and silently protect everything I have got and will get!”

Although she didn't know what the other party meant, Fran's heart slowly started to burn again.

You alone are worthy of bragging in front of me?

Her innate pride rekindled her anger—and her energy.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Are you kidding? Do you think anyone would have the time to joke with you now?" Mary replied with a sneer, "I'm serious, Miss Treville, do you dare to accept my challenge?"

Fran didn't answer, just stared at the other party suspiciously.

"This is a gamble. The time limit is up to you, and the method is also up to you. You can continue to make your various arrangements," because he felt that the wound had completely solidified. Mary slowly let go of her hand, and the look of half her face soaked in blood was really horrifying. "No matter how you and Laura want to realize your plans, I can destroy them! If you lose, then you have to give up this meaningless obsession and stop thinking about destroying your brother's future. ; And if I lose... well, you can do whatever you want, I will leave silently and pray for your happiness, because the loser has no right to question the winner... So, do you dare to bet with me? This time?"

What are you doing?

Fran was completely confused.

"Why, can't you see? It's a perfectly favorable gamble for you - you can take advantage of my silence. Go ahead and do whatever you want and never have to face anything but my possible destruction. Risk," Mary kept sneering, obviously dissatisfied with Fran. Dare to take on the challenge but feel dissatisfied, "Are you, who have always been conceited, unwilling to even take this risk? Are you so tenacious that you have completely given up all hope and just want to go with the flow? Ha, if that's really the case . That really disappoints me..."

Fran bit her lip gently and fell back into thinking.

Although she didn't know what the other party's considerations were for making such a proposal, as she said, it was indeed very beneficial to her. At least. There is a favorable opportunity to make up for previous mistakes, and there is also a chance to try again.

And...she absolutely couldn't tolerate that she was actually looked down upon by this person whom she had always looked down upon.

Unexpectedly, Mary was hiding behind her obedient exterior. It was his own mistake to be so alert; but... could it be just because of this accidental mistake? Have you lost the courage to fight her?

How strange!

The inherent arrogance of the Treville family regained the upper hand in her heart.

You'll regret giving me a chance. She thought to herself.

"Why, you were so complacent in front of me just now, claiming that you can do whatever you want Treville, but at this time, you don't have the guts to accept the challenge?"

After hearing this sentence, although she knew that the other party was deliberately irritating her, she finally made up her mind.

"Do you think you can speak big words in front of me just because you're lucky?" She raised her head and looked at the other person without giving in. "Then let me tell you, you made a big mistake... You will regret it! You gave If I get a chance, I will seize it, but don't think that I will be grateful to you. After I get what I want, not only will I get everything I want... I will also let you get out of my sight forever! forever and ever!"

"Okay, as long as you can do it, just do it, I'm not afraid!" Mary looked very excited, her eyes flashing with excitement, "However, we have to agree beforehand, since I didn't choose to report , giving you a fair chance to fight... So, as a Treville, since you dare to challenge, you shouldn't do those boring things? Otherwise, you will only be looked down upon."

"Hmph, do you think I need to do that to subdue you? That's ridiculous!" Fran replied with a sneer, "You'd better think about how to make Yuan Yuan say these shameless words!"

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Of course Fran knew what Mary was referring to.

She was afraid that Fran would pretend to agree to her challenge first, and then secretly write a confession to Baron de Beauvain, and then spread everything out. In that case, the bet would be meaningless.

However, now that the words have come to this, with her arrogance, she will never do such a behavior that is tantamount to admitting defeat - at least not during the bet.

"I will pay attention to this." Mary took out the silk from her arms, and then gently wiped the blood on her face.

Then, she took a deep breath, as if she wanted to imprint everything about this moment in her mind - the scene, the words, and even the smell.

Although pain interferes from time to time, the feeling at this time is really wonderful.

After years of submission that may not be called painful, she finally stood in front of Fran as an equal.

She finally took control of her life - even if she paid any price for it, she felt it was worth it.

Now, except for the unexpected injury, everything happened to be the best development she had expected.

She stood upright in front of Fran, and then challenged her head-on; although the other party was greatly hit, his anger and fighting spirit were rekindled because of her provocation.

No matter whether this kind of hatred is a good thing or not, and no matter how badly her friendship with Fran has broken down, it is better for her to be like this now than to be numb and even commit suicide.

So, what is there to complain about with this result?

The only thing she needs to worry about is how to win.

Of course, this is the only thing she is not sure about.

Although she was trying to hold on to her spirits in front of Fran and spoke so loudly, she was actually not sure at all. Neither Fran nor Lola could be easily dealt with by her, let alone the two of them together?

In terms of deep scheming, firm will, decisive actions, and unscrupulous means, she has no confidence that she can match any of them - this murder case is just one of the proofs.

What's more, after proposing this bet, she will have to beware of Lola's hidden arrows in the future - although Fran said that she would not let Lola do this, and she might not even tell Lola about what happened today, but there is always a chance, right?

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

However, these expected fears did not restrain her, but made her want to get involved even more.

In her heart, besides the pride that never lost to others, the only thing that supported her was Matilda.

Because of this, she never revealed anything about Charles and Matilda.

She prayed secretly in her heart, praying that Matilda would not let her down at the most critical moment in the future.

When she felt that her face was no longer sticky, Mary looked at it and found that the silk was covered with blood. She suddenly felt a palpitation and immediately threw the silk away.

Then, she walked to the mirror and saw the thin red mark on her face.

At this time, because no one answered for a long time, the knocking on the door was very intense, and it was obvious that the servant was a little panicked.

"I think we should go to breakfast?" After confirming that her wound was not serious, Mary turned around again and looked at Fran with a smile. "The gentleman should still be there. He will be shocked!" (To be continued...)