The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 504 Ch.503 Letter

Randolph Taylor believes that it is not necessary to pray to the Father of All Things to make a novel popular all over the country.

He thinks so and mutters so "softly".

For the first time, Bronte showed her "fangs" and looked directly at Randolph: "Yes, sir."

She paused for a moment.

"... Of course I will choose to save you."

However, this not only failed to make Randolph continue to go deeper into a certain relationship, but made him slightly straighten his chest, quite reservedly retract his sharp chin, and responded in a deep voice: "I believe in your character, Miss Bronte. Just as you can trust me 100% - I will do the same."

Bronte was stunned for a few seconds, silently stood up to thank him, and found an excuse to go to the kitchen.

"…This is not a good answer, Randolph."

Randolph pinched his brows: "This is the correct answer...Roland."

Roland smiled: "Love is not correct."

Beatrice put her arms around Roland's neck, her big eyes flickering with curiosity: "What is 'love', Roland?"

Roland brushed her loose hair back: "Everyone has a different answer."

"What about Roland?"

Roland thought for a moment: "Going against myself."

Beatrice didn't understand.

"Do you like painting?"

"Yes."

"I don't want you to paint anymore, okay?"

Beatrice shook her head quickly: "No!"

"From today on, you can no longer paint."

Beatrice glared at Roland angrily: "I want to paint!"

"If you continue to paint, Randolph will get sick."

Beatrice tilted her head: "Ill?"

Roland: "He will die of illness, smelling like a rotten egg, unable to speak again, cold, buried in the soil - if you still want to paint... do you still want to?"

Beatrice turned her head hesitantly to look at Randolph, tears in her eyes: "...no more painting."

Roland gently touched the corner of her eye: "This is love, Beatrice."

But the blonde girl still didn't understand.

She let Roland get close to her ear and listened to him whisper in her ear:

"Tell Randolph this, Betty. Tell him, 'I love you, brother.'"

Beatrice couldn't feel the heaviness of the words, but she still imitated Randolph and shouted, "I love you, brother..."

Randolph was very moved.

But he still hoped that Beatrice would let Roland go before saying this to him.

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Regarding the "trouble" in the newspaper, Randolph and Roland agreed (Rose was helping someone with homework at home at the moment and had no time to participate in the discussion) to blame the mistakes on the employees of the newspaper - this would not cost Taylor much money.

There is a way to make an explanation around the "mare" to achieve a reversal or even exceed the expected publicity effect, but time is obviously not enough.

And some things, the more you defend, the more discussion will be triggered.

As for the ending of Hines and his daughter, Randolph hopes that Roland will give him some time:

After all, this person joined Golden Smoke early during the Bellos Taylor period and worked diligently for decades.

Randolph had to think of a reasonable and decent way for him to exit - not only him, but also many old employees in the Golden Smoke. It was time to unload the "burden".

"You don't intend to kill him, right?" the businessman asked.

"I feel that you intend to kill them," Roland grinned: "No wonder Rose said you are an evil businessman."

"There is no way. There are too many people who work hard with my father, and not all of them are wise - Roland, the name "Little Taylor" really shouldn't be called by them."

Secondly.

Randolph told Roland that after he dealt with Hines, he would invite his adoptive mother and uncle to work at the Fountain of Youth - as he said before, to visit.

At the same time, he also hoped that Roland could recommend a retired executive from the Tribunal as a temporary employee.

The meaning is very clear.

This is what they had agreed on before.

Roland readily agreed.

Next is real estate.

Roland entrusted Randolph to help pay attention to some land in the West End of London with good location and environment and as large an area as possible - he planned to move with his uncle and Yam.

"You can be my neighbor now."

"I'd love to, but there doesn't seem to be any vacant ones around."

"There's always a way." Randolph said mysteriously, "Many people who look rich are not actually that rich. If you're willing to spend more, I can even buy their lovers and wives together."

"Of course, this doesn't include nobles."

"You can only use them, not own them."

Roland said he was obscene, and Randolph said Roland was blasphemous, making up a story about the father of all things to corrupt Beatrice.

Then Roland accused the Taylors of not paying their debts, and Randolph retorted that there was no fucking dragon.

Roland said how could you give a dragon such a name.

——Teresa, who was baking cookies, suddenly felt that it was not good for these two people to be too familiar with each other, and they were like street thugs all day long.

"One more thing."

Randolph paused and looked at Beatrice who was clinging to Roland: "Honey, we'll be down in a minute, okay?"

The blonde girl tightened Roland's arm and hesitated: "...then hurry up."

Randolph said of course, kissed his sister's cheek, and handed her to Theresa.

The two went upstairs.

However, as soon as Roland entered the study, he first found the long-necked vase and several lively eustoma flowers on the table.

"...You know, ahem, Bronte's little hobby."

Of course Roland knew.

But I'm afraid Randolph doesn't know that.

The flower language of lisianthus is 'consistent love'.

Symbolizes loyalty and innocence.

Obviously, Miss Writer's efforts were in vain.

She should put a gold pound on Randolph's table to symbolize that their love is 'as eternal as money'. Maybe Randolph can think about it, 'Does she want me to chase her like a gold pound?' ——

Roland thought it was very possible.

"So, something important?" He pulled out his chair and sat down. Except for the last 'ocean trade' where he helped the wealthy people in London make money, he was rarely invited to Randolph's study.

The businessman took out an open letter from the drawer and pushed it to him.

The handwriting is crooked.

It read: Taylor's (to Mr. Collins).

"I'm blind," Roland said.

"I'm mute." Randolph replied, opening the purchase list and looking at it for himself.

Roland shrugged.

The wording on the letter is very crude, and the handwriting is like that of a child who has just learned to hold a pen - it is more like a oral message than a 'letter'.

The signature is Bodelli.

An unfamiliar last name.

"Come to the Clay Ball Circus."

"Halida is looking for you."

Only two sentences.

Roland looked at the letter and then at Randolph.

"When did it happen?"

"The time you left." Randolph lowered his head, holding up his single-handled tortoise-rimmed glasses with one hand, and silently turned on the gas lamp with the other hand. He turned the page, found what he wanted, glanced at it a few times, and then turned the page. Page: "I remember that woman was from the circus, right?"

Randolph paid no attention to such lowly people.

In his opinion, whether it was Bodelli or Halida, the intention of these women to pursue Roland was very obvious:

They hope to reach out and climb to another level as easily as picking leaves from a branch.

They don’t have to deal with men who are twenty or thirty years older than them.

The target is a young man who can be said to be the most handsome in the entire city of London——

Who is not moved?

(Of course, some ladies of 'noble' birth are still not ashamed of Roland's identity, but Randolph is also not ashamed of their stupidity.)

So, this letter is a signal.

The meaning of those two lines is no different from sending a pair of lace socks.

In Randolph's view, instead of dealing with these low-life people, Roland would be better off spending a few dollars to rent a long-term, soft-bodied, fair-skinned, clean girl in a high-end place.

Take his pick.

To be disrespectful (although Randolph didn't think Roland would be angry about this), with his friend's net worth and skin, even the most senior women from places who have a record of having sex with a prostitute (as a concubine and his wife) , are willing to 'be friends' with Roland.

He doesn't even need to buy them any jewelry, gold, silver, or works of art. He just needs to dress neatly, tie up his hanging black hair with a gray ribbon, and look at a certain place in the room with his eyes filled with gold. Lean against the window for a while.

That's enough.

This salary is much higher than that of an executive.

If you do this often, you might be able to open a jewelry store.

This is very good, at least, it is a hundred times better than the person who sent this letter - even the concubines look down on the people in the circus.

(Of course the governess is not much better, which is why Theresa hates Bronte.)

"Spend some money, Roland, maybe you can't even spend a few cents."

The businessman held up his glasses without raising his head, focusing on the rows of numbers on the book: "Circus people are not clean."