The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 92 Ch.91 Transactions and Familiar Names

"You also think that I am a woman, so I am not worthy to talk to you about these 'career' matters? It's really ridiculous that I still think that you are different - then, shouldn't you also keep this hundred pounds?" Confidentiality fee', leave my room?"

Roland looked away from the conversation and blinked: "I have no other opinions about your identity and gender, madam."

Pasetti said nothing and stared into Roland's eyes, as if trying to distinguish the vague 'sincerity' from his expression.

Of course she found it.

But how can a sincere person blackmail a lady?

Roland smiled lightly: "You were the one who punched first. You and I come from the same background, so you should know the 'rules'."

"Yes, I admit that my attitude is not good and I am rude to you." Kate Pacetti bent her arms, covered her two thin lips with a few slender fingers, and arched her eyebrows.

But she deliberately ignored the topic of 'origin'.

"However, this does not delay my apology to you..."

She looked at the deposit receipt on the table and said:

"It won't hinder our friendship..."

"Who wouldn't be happy to make acquaintance with a noble and elegant man? You are so handsome. If you could have left two days later, maybe our 'friendship' could go even further."

Her eyes were like hooks, and her smile was charming.

"If you could come to me tonight—"

Roland sighed: "If I come to you at night, we will have a 'shared secret', right?"

These words turned the charm on Pasetti's face into sadness in an instant.

"You must be a veteran." She said firmly, "You are young and you have such a face... Can we be considered friends now?"

Roland did not answer the question: "I have to hear the price of friendship, madam. A friend once told me, 'Everything in this world has a price.' Besides, you should know that an executive is not Probably for you to deal with a lord's lady... I mean, a real lady."

"You have a mean friend." The woman smiled brightly, "How could I let you persecute others? I never do such things. And, you may not understand - with my background, there is no possibility I don’t want to sit in that position either.”

"She is a suitable person, just like a bird that is easy to take care of but doesn't like to scream. She doesn't worry about Philip, and she doesn't bother to ask who is around him. If the person had really changed, maybe it would be better than now..."

Pasetti thought for a while and told Roland his purpose.

"I hope you can help me pay attention to someone: Philip has spent too much time on her recently."

She spit out a name that was familiar to Roland.

"Ms. Jasmine—that's what the gentlemen call her."

Roland had heard this name from Baron Mince Croy, and also from Randolph Taylor.

This woman seems to be particularly well-known in the upper class circles recently.

"She somehow convinced Philip to stay away from women - he hasn't come to see me for two months." Passetti lowered his head and fiddled with the letter opener on the table, "How can this be done?"

Of course this won't work.

The pale silver metal blade is sharp and sharp.

With Pasetti's force, the letter opener followed the wax skin and pierced the white candle body next to her hand.

"You are not my servant, and I don't want to be your servant. This is not a request, but a request. If you can help me, I will be willing to do my best to help you in the future."

"OK?"

It was easy for Roland to find out what happened to Mrs. Jasmine.

Randolph Taylor had talked with him many times, and even asked and invited him in secret.

Roland nodded slightly: "I will send you a letter, madam."

Pasetti's eyes moved slightly, and a warmer smile broke out on his face: "So, we are friends, Mr. Collins."

friend…

"Let me be honest: I hope we don't cause each other too much trouble." Roland leaned on his cane, stood up, and stretched out his hand.

Pasetti looked at his hand in surprise, then hesitantly raised his hand and shook it with his.

The slender nails gently scraped Roland's palm.

"You are really..."

"It's unseemly, as many people have said, ma'am."

Pasetti looked at the young, handsome, god-like face in front of him, and felt that this conversation was not as serious and nervous as he had just expected...?

Under the gaze of those dark golden eyes, the woman... no, at least she could never get angry again.

"Is this how you attract ladies? With all due respect, I'm afraid you are often scolded, right? Especially by men - are you strong enough?"

She shook the held palm, and gently hooked her fingers on Roland's palm, again and again.

Roland let go of his hand, turned around with a smile, and walked out the door, "I'm not old enough to attract ladies."

"You're here, you've been here a long time ago." Pasetti looked Roland up and down, took two steps closer, walked around the coffee table, and stood side by side with Roland, "If your background and family background were better, you would definitely be the most popular one in the eyes of the lady to be married. "

As they approached the door, the two people stopped.

Pasetti stopped his embellished words, paused, and suddenly asked: "...How did you discover my...little secret? Can you tell me?"

Roland smiled mysteriously: "Maybe it was through your second teacher, Alessa..."

"That's impossible."

Pasetti immediately shook her head, as if she had found his loophole, and glanced at Roland shrewdly.

"To say that means you don't know what happened to her before..." The woman's smile deepened: "It seems that I am passing through the fog and getting closer to the answer."

"Yes, you are smarter than most people."

Roland's casual compliment made Pasetti silent.

She straightened her skirt and turned her face away.

When she spoke again, the vitality in her voice was almost dead.

"Wisdom is meaningless to women, Mr. Collins. What did it give me? An unstable heart - wisdom led to my greed, and my mother died quietly in the cold wind..."

"It also made me betray my oath, and let the last gentle life that helped me disappear in the dark night."

Kate Pasetti bent over, as if staggering to hold the door frame.

She greedily absorbed nutrients from the extravagant and carnival life, but bred and gave birth to a dead fetus that had already rotted.

"But I don't regret it at all, Mr. Collins."

She stressed repeatedly.

Repeatedly, not knowing who she was trying to convince.

She was ruthless and gnashed her teeth.

"I don't regret it at all."

"Absolutely..."

"Absolutely not."

Roland was silent.

She might be the same as the lady Alessa he saw in the mist.

The latter looked forward to it every day, hoping that the gardener could change her clothes a little to add a little fun to her boring and rotten life.

And what did she expect to see through the glass window every day?

Is it her mother returning with a basket, or the wonderful dancer who visited after sunset?

All of this no longer exists.

This old-fashioned suburban villa far away from the town is not a solid refuge that can withstand the swords of the world.

"Wisdom and greed are like carriages and cakes."

Roland said two unrelated words, unwilling to care about her false tears, and pushed the door out.