The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 501 Ch.500 Employee Glenn

Teresa herself was actually troubled.

As for Randolph Taylor, she once thought that she could not serve this young gentleman for too long - the maid who had served Taylor since the Bellows era had experienced too much, and she was supposed to leave after Bellows Taylor left.

Time makes people richer in experience, and of course it also makes people more annoying.

She waited for the dissatisfaction of Randolph Taylor, who circled around like a cunning coachman, talking to her about his position, physical health and life matters-and then came to the merciful 'arrangement'.

To her surprise, Randolph had never talked to Teresa about this since he took over the Taylor family business and became the real owner.

He seemed to agree that the old maid should continue to serve as the housekeeper of the inner house, and he also increased her weekly salary and gave her better treatment in front of all the servants than during the Bellows Taylor period: this allowed her to move freely among the servants.

No one dares to offend her.

This was Theresa's good fortune, and perhaps to some extent, Randolph Taylor's good fortune.

Just.

Teresa often couldn't handle the relationship with Randolph well - sometimes she would overstep her bounds when she said too much, and sometimes she would be secretly worried if she said too little.

Mr. Bellows Taylor is not a lover, and he is free and easy in the court of love.

But how could his son be like this?

"Excuse me, Mr. Collins," she whispered, "what do you think of Miss Bronte's feelings?"

She wisely avoided Randolph Taylor and talked about the Brontës, thus avoiding the charge of "talking privately about her master."

at the same time.

She also changed her name to Roland.

This means she is serious.

"Miss Bronte?" Roland paused, "She is an innocent and kind-hearted girl."

Teresa lowered her lips: "There is no more meaningless evaluation than this, Mr. Collins. Anyone who can't find a trace of merit will be evaluated as 'innocent and kind'."

Roland said that was different.

Bronte's innocence and kindness are different from the usual, perfunctory comments.

"What does that mean?" The old maid leaned slightly.

"It means."

Roland said: "There is kindness in her innocence, and at the same time, you can also see the innocence in her kindness."

Teresa:…

Leng Bingbing straightened up and stared at the fireplace.

"That's not humorous, Mr. Collins."

"'Mr. Collins' can only comment on a friend's maid like this." Roland lowered his eyes, rubbed his elastic cigar, and crossed his legs.

Teresa silently rolled her eyes.

——She hasn’t done this for many years.

"Well, Mr. Smooth Talker, the Taylors' creditor. I hope you enjoy getting an old man to admit defeat."

Roland chuckled: "Now you finally understand the benefits of innocence and kindness, right?"

Teresa finally couldn't stop the smile on her face, which recolored and bloomed like a rose that had lost time in the flames.

Although the decayed shell is no longer beautiful, nor will it be picked off and sniffed by the young men along the way - but her destination is no longer the heart-tearing feelings or the moist praise in the kiss.

Every heavy rain will tremble her petals, causing the whole manor to be filled with the everlasting fragrance of roses.

"I think I understand what you mean, Roland. I must say, you are a wise man."

Very few people can look at something as pure as the first time they see it.

Roland raised his head hard and struggled like a paralyzed person: "I don't even know what I'm talking about, Teresa."

The old maid raised her eyebrows: "I suspect someone has led Betty astray."

"It seems that the Taylor family not only owes a debt, but also falsely accuses the gentleman."

"You always make sense," Teresa pursed her lips and sighed: "But after all, Randolph can't marry a woman with a bad background, a dead mother, and an uneducated woman - he should please a noble lady and win her Love. It was very easy for Randolph.”

Of course it's easy.

Even if Randolph doesn't have to be present, he just needs to write down the assets of the Taylor family on the paper - no, just write "heirs of the Taylor family" is enough.

There are so many women of the right age who would be happy to.

Randolph could choose while playing cards, and he was not afraid of missing anyone due to distraction.

"That depends on Randolph. Theresa, maybe we should give Miss Bronte some time." Roland finally said a good word for Bronte openly - in fact, it was more for his friend.

"Both you and Mr. Bellows Taylor should give Randolph and Miss Bronte some time."

Teresa lowered her head: "Those dirty novels? Just her?"

Roland looked at the flames quietly and did not answer.

The white waves in his sight were steady and firm.

"Yes."

"Just her."

…………

…

Randolph didn't know that his friend was saying some nonsense about his life events - he invited the scratching employee in front of him to sit down, and personally took out a cigar from the wooden box and handed it to him.

This flattered the young man who had not yet grown a beard.

He held the cigar almost as if he were holding the soft, form-fitting underwear of the girl he dreamed of, and made occasional rattling sounds as Randolph taught him how to cut the cigar and how to light it and smoke it.

He didn't pay attention to his trembling hands, but instead raised his chest like a gorilla, seizing the opportunity to express himself as much as possible as if being received by the queen.

If Randolph were a general, he would probably say, 'I can wipe out a division on the battlefield! ’

If Randolph were the mother of a garden girl, he would tell him, 'I can do it all night! And, there is no limit to the number of people! ’

Unfortunately Randolph was just a cigar merchant.

He had no choice but to flatter him around the cigar - he had never smoked a cigar, and besides, it was a high-end product with a 'gold dust' ring.

He cooperated with Randolph to cut open the hat, burnt the eggplant head, took a bite, took a sip, and rinsed it in his mouth a few times.

Then.

The show started.

"...I can't believe it, Mr. Taylor! I actually tasted the aroma of nuts and cream...wait! And cocoa and coffee! And! And the aroma of flowers! Lots of floral aromas - forgive me for my incompetence, sir, I can't think of it... What kind of flower is it?”

Randolph gently told him that everyone tastes different, please take your time and enjoy this moment——

Actually.

Placed on this table, the 'Welcome Cigar' in this wooden box is not complicated. If a cigar connoisseur can taste a hint of leather and nuts, it will be good.

It is not even qualified to be placed in the display window of Golden Smoke. It is only rolled with some incomplete eggplant leaves.

This unsold cigar was brought back by Randolph and placed in a box specially to deal with a certain group of people - such as the people in front of him.

Fool and satisfy your own evil taste.

To some extent.

It makes sense that he would click with Roland.

"This must be a limited edition, sir, right? I can't believe I can taste something like this one day -"

Randolph laughed heartily.

Both people like each other very much.