"Interesting… "
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Jenkins looked at Mr. Fat sitting across the table. According to his understanding, just the mysterious death of the current head of the troupe should not force Mr. Nellie to agree to such harsh conditions. The Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe is a well-known art troupe in mainland China, and the value of even one percent of its shares is unimaginable.
According to his own habits, he originally planned to ask for a lot of money to pay back the money, but he didn't expect Mr. Nelly to agree immediately.
"Maybe I should have said three percent..."
He wasn't worried that the unknown troubles faced by the troupe would affect him. After all, Nolan City was Jenkins' "old den" no matter how he looked at it. Now the two have only reached a verbal agreement. Jenkins plans to entrust the church to help investigate after returning. If it is really inappropriate, he will not sign the contract.
For businessmen in this day and age, Jenkins' approach is not so strange.
Leaving aside Jenkins' small calculations, if you turn your attention back to Nolan City for a while, the red-haired lady Hathaway Hessa has encountered great trouble recently.
It all goes back to earlier last week, probably the night Jenkins was "proposed," when she found herself being stalked quite by accident.
She originally planned to have dinner with her family that night, but Earl Hessa had to leave the dinner during the dinner because of an emergency military mission. The family's interest was disturbed, and Hathaway also changed her plan to spend the weekend at home, planning to invite Miss Mihaile to spend the boring winter time at the clubs in the city.
But on the carriage leaving the earl's mansion, she keenly sensed the stalker. As a believer of the false god [Wonderful Movement], Hathaway has mastered some unique magic arts related to sound, which made her hearing extremely sensitive.
This was not an accidental incident. In the next few days, even though she continued her life pretending to be an ordinary person, the stalker still loomed around her.
The other party has an exceptionally powerful stealth ability, and even with expensive props purchased from the black market, the trace and identity of that person cannot be found.
This situation continued from the weekend to the next week, and she gradually began to suspect that it was not human beings who were following her.
On Monday night, after rejecting Miss Michael's date invitation on the grounds that she was unwell, she went about her social life as usual. The dinner was enjoyed with the family, and in fact she would only be absent occasionally on weekends. After all, Earl Hessa was an old-fashioned nobleman with a strong sense of tradition.
Gently inquired about the recent studies of the young brother, and talked about this winter's fashion with the mother and elder sister.
On the white tablecloth, silver tableware was placed on the left and right of the dinner plate. She doesn't eat much, even if the dinner is rich, after all, girls at this age have to maintain their figure in order to wear those skirts with extremely thin waists.
"Hathaway."
Mr. Earl abruptly intervened in the conversation between mother and daughter, which is quite rare.
The Hesha family does not have a title passed down from generation to generation like the Mihail family. The current earl is the first generation of Hesha Earl, and all his honors are earned in the war. Because of this, the pudgy middle-aged man was extraordinarily majestic.
"Hathaway, I heard that you are friends with the young Baron William?"
The dining table, where there were still whispered conversations, immediately fell silent. No one dared to look up at the Patriarch, but everyone knew what he wanted to express.
"Yes, father."
Hathaway lowered her head and bit her lip, and answered softly.
"Speaking of which, Baron Williamette should be the youngest nobleman in this city, right? Oh, this is really remarkable. If that's the case, why don't you invite him to our house as a guest? Hathaway, treat your friends more seriously."
As the earl spoke, he continued to use the silver knife to handle the steaks on the plate. Occasionally, I would look up at the expressions of my family members, but my tone was always calm and peaceful.
The youngest brother of the red-haired girl secretly rolled her eyes. Seeing that her sister had noticed her, he made another grimace at her, which displeased the Countess at the side.
The youngest child of the Hesha family also has dazzling red hair, just like his brothers and sisters, and his father. The Countess regretted not having inherited her fair hair to any of her children.
Although the tone of her father's "suggestion" was not very serious, Hathaway knew that this matter could no longer be discussed.
She hesitated for a moment, looked at her own reflection reflected on the dinner plate, and nodded slightly:
"However, Mr. Williams probably hasn't returned to Nolan City yet."
"That's all right, he's always coming back, isn't he?"
The count smiled at his daughter, reached out to the servant, took a brand new napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth, and said: "I hope the baron can accept the invitation before the end of this month. It is appreciated."
The earl's local accent is not very heavy, which may be related to his origin. When speaking, occasionally the ending sound of the ending word is changed from a long sound to a retroflex, making the tone more relaxed.
But that obviously didn't work.
After saying this, the earl ignored Hathaway's obvious expression, and withdrew his smile and reprimanded his sons:
"And you, don't lower your head. I don't ask you to be able to win the title on your own, but at least the school exams should not be shameful. At the end of the year exam, the last one will deduct half a year's pocket money, understand?"
"Yes, father."
The three men, big, middle and small, answered neatly, but they still didn't raise their heads.
Now, there were three more frowning people at the dining table.
Hathaway wasn't worried about inviting Jenkins, even though she knew exactly what her father wanted. What she wants to pay attention to now is the stalking incident that happened around her, after all, the great writer is not around.
After dinner, he went back to his bedroom alone. He pretended to read for a while, and then fiddled with his own perfume in front of the dressing table. This was given by Miss Michel along with the badge of the harvest feast for this year's birthday.
Excusing that she was too tired today and wanted to rest earlier, the worried girl asked the maid to close the door from the outside, and everyone understood her behavior very well.
After the door closed the dim light in the corridor, Hathaway sat by the bed and took a few deep breaths. A few minutes later, she stood up and opened the closet, and found a black and white photo in the deepest compartment.