The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 500 Ch.499 Visit and intermission

It is not difficult to guess what happened.

When Randolph arrived at the store, Hines Sr. had an interesting conversation with the employees.

first.

Hines said he did bear some responsibility: He failed to check the package a sixth time on the carriage before it was delivered to the newspaper after checking it five times - apparently implying to Randolph that he had done his duty.

Employees said they did not notice anyone entering Mr. Hines' office: except for the deputy store manager and Ms. Hines who came that day.

At this time, Old Hines jumped out and assured that it was absolutely impossible for his daughter and the deputy store manager to enter his office - the door was locked, and every time he left, he would lock it (actually No).

So, a question.

Who has the keys to the shop or office?

Hines Sr.

as well as.

Lillian Rose Vansittart as Assistant Store Manager.

Randolph did give it to her, but he probably didn't know where the neglected young lady had thrown it. Like Roland, he didn't believe that Rose would do such a thing.

This made it difficult for him to describe the girl accurately. If he wanted to steal something and stuff someone's socks into someone's tea cup, Randolph could still believe it.

Change the name privately?

Randolph didn't think she could do it.

It wasn't that he understood Rose, but he could see the connection between Rose and Roland - the girl was in love with his friend.

What does it feel like to love someone?

Hope he's doing well.

Randolph has often tasted this sweet and bitter taste recently. Every time Bronte fills him with tea or makes coffee, he can taste the slight sourness from the different flavors of the drinks.

Therefore, Lillian Rose Vansittart would not do this.

Unless he uses some means to kick Roland out of the Fountain of Youth.

(But Randolph guessed that at that time, she would appear at his bedside with a blade in her hand at midnight—perhaps before the Fountain of Youth was seized by the Inquisition.)

In short, Randolph was sure that it was not Rose who did it.

So…

Who else could it be?

The shrewd businessman overlooked Sally Hines and did not believe that anyone could be so stupid.

He thought more that it was Old Hines and this man who was responsible.

Too anxious, sir.

"Perhaps I don't have my father's talent of being able to bring out the best in everyone - Mr. Hines." He reassured Hines and the worried employees in the shop in public: "Please don't worry, this is just The little bumps in the road to success are something we can quickly overcome.”

"But young master, we-"

Young Master?

Randolph frowned, then smiled brighter: "No, no, sir, it's up to me to figure it out. But you have to promise me that there won't be any more problems, okay?"

He tapped his cane and looked around at the employees.

"I will eliminate Lillian Rose Vansittart's position as assistant store manager and select one of you who is more qualified than she is - I hope to see your performance, 'gentlemen'. Taylor's I think you all know the rules."

"Many store managers are chosen from among you, aren't they?"

After Randolph finished speaking, he looked at Hines, who was unbearably happy, and said warmly: "I look forward to meeting you at your residence next time, sir. I will ask the servants to prepare a sumptuous meal, and then talk to you after it is finished." Talking about my father…”

Old Hines took out the handkerchief from his chest, wiped the corners of his eyes, and bowed to him.

This trouble ends in a few sentences.

Light and airy.

Taylor took the car back to his old house and happened to meet Roland.

then.

He invited Roland to the reception room to smoke a cigar and taste Teresa's new coffee.

It won't take half an hour.

Teresa knocked on the door.

"gentlemen."

The head maid whispered outside the door: "A person who calls himself one of your employees is at the door."

…………

…

Roland didn't need to intervene.

Under Teresa's service, he cut the cigar, lit it, and enjoyed the aroma of sour plums and nuts. With a glass of whiskey, he listened quietly to their conversation.

"Thanks, Teresa."

Roland sat on the other side of the living room, next to the fireplace.

Teresa stood off to the side, away from Randolph and his staff—perhaps I'm overlooking the size of the Taylors' living room, but it's not too late to tell.

What about a family of elephants... and their relatives?

"You're welcome, Mr. Collins."

"You called me Roland before." Although Roland pretended to be dissatisfied, her exceptionally young and handsome face could hardly make the old maid feel that the owner was really angry - instead, it was like a child acting coquettishly when he needs the attention of his elders.

Teresa turned slightly to avoid Randolph and the staff, her voice hidden in the roar of boiling water: "...There are others now, sir."

It was an answer, but it was more like a helpless reassurance.

She looked at Roland who was snickering, and soon, the infected one also had wrinkles in laughter.

Randolph Taylor was the child of her old master, her master.

Not a child.

But Roland Collins is different. He always has a "monster"-like kindness - forgive Teresa for being ignorant, she doesn't understand how to describe this natural "magic":

He seemed to be born with the ability to make people like him and open up to him.

This gentleman…

This kid has innate ability.

Teresa was affected like everyone else, she was no exception.

For example, she hated Harriet, Rose, and Brontë even more than she hated them—but she rarely showed it, and would never make any decisions for her master.

She had also wondered that Roland Collins was not better-born or more educated than the above three. As a "notorious" executive, he should have been more alert and cautious in dealing with every word and every expression.

But Roland conquered her in just two or three visits.

Maybe it was because Betty was special to him.

Maybe it was just him.

Theresa thought.

If she had children, they would probably be this big.

But they would definitely not be as handsome as Roland, nor would they have his unique temperament and talent for being popular.

"Mr. is terrified."

Theresa broke the rules and chatted with Roland in a low voice.

(This is not the first time she has done this.)

"Are you scared?" Roland pinched his cigar and said in surprise: "I won't eat him."

"For Taylor, hurting friendship is much more terrible than becoming food." Theresa coughed, straightened up slightly, put her hands on her belly, and turned her mouth to Roland: "...Mr. is worried that you will be angry."

Maybe he is also worried that Roland will have some bad thoughts about what he did.

"Me? Of course I didn't."

Roland smiled like a warm moon: "If he cheated on me, I would cheat on Beatrice - oh, I almost forgot about the dragon..."

The old maid's expression was close to "laughing", but she relied on her well-trained facial muscles to tighten it back.

The more she looked at the golden-eyed child who was acting weird, the more she couldn't help it, so she had to look away and silently pray to the father of all things - this is a good way, no matter how happy you are, as long as you start praying, you will definitely remember the mistakes you have made.

That is a good happiness killer.