The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 222 Ch.221 Randolph’s knot

My name is Taylor.

Randolph Taylor.

I am the heir to the Taylor family and the current person in charge of Golden Smoke.

In the years before a certain human-shaped angel appeared, I was my sister’s favorite brother.

I mean.

Before that bastard showed up.

——Rose could see the embarrassment on Randolph's face, especially when he said that he was Beatrice Taylor's brother, and then the girl nodded very perfunctorily, and then immediately turned around and tried to hug Roland.

For a moment, Rose even saw jealousy and dissatisfaction on his face.

My cat, why do you want to mess with a woman who doesn’t have a clear head?

"My friend, Roland Collins. I hope he can regard the Taylor family as his own home and my sister as his own sister." Randolph Taylor said while laughing.

Rose:......

But the look on your face said otherwise.

She thought rich people were always so hypocritical, but it was difficult for her to understand the complicated and jealous feelings of a brother who saw his sister entangled with the one he loved.

Of course, even if she knew it, it would not stop her from laughing at Randolph Taylor in her heart.

oh.

besides.

She discovered that this person was indeed slightly different from the people she had seen at the banquet.

Gold smoke.

A famous wealthy business family.

There was an heir who was unwilling to climb the ladder.

"Roland, I have recently studied in detail the 'business' you mentioned before - I have to say that you are absolutely, absolutely the most talented person I have ever seen in my life!" Randolph praised without hesitation, speaking in front of The servant praised his friend.

This is indeed true from the heart.

Even his grandfather, Randolph, didn't think he could come up with such a brilliant idea as Roland's.

Once this golden ball 'rolls' up, Taylor and Collins, the two of them, will be like whales in the ocean, swallowing up the wealth of all participants.

The Taylors were always interested in golden things.

"But we have to be careful, Roland, and choose the time to end it."

Once this sharp blade gets out of control, even the Taylor family will be cut into pieces.

"I'm very curious. Since you know this, you still want to participate in this matter." Roland put Beatrice next to Rose, stroking the cigar Bronte handed him, and said with some fun: "Collins doesn't have such great ability to let a person Taylor Adventures.”

"But there are gold pounds." A hint of cunning appeared on Randolph's pale face.

He had never heard of such an ingenious scam: it sounded stupid at first, but if you look at it from another angle...

Find someone who doesn't know the ending.

Almost anyone with a greedy heart would walk into the trap without hesitation - even if he could guess that the crumbling tower would collapse sooner or later.

‘I will definitely avoid it before it collapses. ’

People who are crushed to death will think so before they die.

"If Bellows Taylor hadn't been alive, I couldn't help but invite you to join Golden Smoke."

Bronte on the side twitched the corner of her mouth.

That's very polite, Mr. Taylor.

He actually 'blessed' his father like this in front of his friends.

“I now smoke Golden Smoke cigars every week, all as gifts from friends.”

"But this gift can no longer complement our friendship. At least add a few more boxes of limited editions...the kind that cost tens of pounds. As for our subsequent cooperation, Roland, please allow me to talk to you after this 'business' is over." ,How about it?"

certainly.

Roland needed someone who could collect letters and be familiar with banks large and small.

This man cannot be in London.

But it can’t be too far from London.

"The Taylor family still has some loyal servants." Randolph Taylor promised: "I will write a letter and send people there at the same time - when the matter is over, these people will live in India for ten years... Oh, by the way, you plan Who should I invite first?”

Roland already had a candidate for the game.

In the beginning, of course it couldn’t be the Heyman family.

He spits out a name.

"This man has recently opened a clinic in London. I heard that he is a great doctor with great skills - Randolph. Let's start our business from him..."

Mr. Businessman looked at the sister who was pestering Roland, watching her pull open the cuffs of the curly-haired girl and muttering about "bargains" (probably referring to clothes), which made Roland laugh.

He asked the servant to open a bottle of champagne, and after pouring it, several people clinked glasses.

"Miss Vansittart, please forgive me for overstepping my bounds. You and Roland are——"

Rose glanced at Roland, and they both said at the same time:

Roland: "Friends."

Rose: "Family."

Randolph Taylor:…

Roland: "Family."

Rose: "Friends."

Bronte:…

It can be seen that there was indeed no discussion at all.

"Who is your family, Roland?" Beatrice looked at the silent Rose holding a champagne glass with an innocent look on her face. "Oh, she's your mother?"

Rose:......

She now indiscriminately hates all women who appear around Roland.

They are really unlikable.

"My partner, my friend, and my family, Beatrice. Just like you."

"oh."

Beatrice didn't know whether she understood or not. She looked at Rose thoughtfully for a long time and suddenly said: "She keeps peeking at you, Roland."

For a moment, Bronte seemed to feel that Rose was 'still'.

She slowly put down the champagne glass, expressionless, and slowly stood up.

Look at the maid.

"Excuse me for being rude, the bathroom..."

Bronte understood immediately and stood up to lead her away.

As soon as the two women left, the men started.

"Tell me the truth, Roland, Halida last time, Vansitat this time—" A smirk appeared on Randolph's pale face: "What on earth are you doing, huh?"

Roland blinked: "Then Miss Bronte——"

Randolph shrugged: "Just as you thought, Beatrice's tutor."

"Oh." Roland nodded and repeated several times in a strange tone: "Governor, tutor..."

Randolph: ...

He tilted his head and suddenly became interested in the fireplace not far away: "...I have chatted with Miss Bronte several times -"

"'How many' times? So, this is not 'love at first sight'." Roland still spoke like this, which inevitably provoked Randolph to give him a shoulder.

The two laughed and clinked glasses.

"Time waits for us, doesn't it, Randolph?"

Roland put down the champagne glass and licked his lips. The amber wine beads were sweet and smooth.

"Time waits for us not."

Randolph said nothing.

After a few breaths, Roland heard him sigh.

"My father will not agree, Roland." For the first time, Roland saw "frustration" on his face: "I have to marry a nobleman...at least, at least someone from the upper class."

"Not Miss Brontë."

"she is not."

"Can it be?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult, Roland. You don't know that there aren't many things that can make a woman elegant these days - I can spend money to give her an identity: a composer or a novelist, but you don't know that many arts I have to appear in the salon...I can't risk Bronte's future."

"Do you understand what happens when a lie is exposed?"

"That's worse than death."

"What's more, if I use the power of the Taylor family...is all this necessary?"

This is a dead end.