Although I got a verbal promise from the Baron, I underestimated the action of Viscount Bruce.
This morning, Viscount Bruce appeared in the Baron's study, and he talked straight to the baron about inheritance and marriage.
"Oscar, my dear nephew, maybe there was a misunderstanding between me and your father, but it was all a trivial mess I did when I was young, can't you forgive your poor uncle?" The Viscount showed weakness as soon as he came up. , Looking pitiful against his old face.
The baron said: "I don't understand what you mean, I have never blamed you."
"Then why don't you want to marry Margaret or Catherine?" said the viscount: "Maybe you don't like Margaret, but I can see that you at least don't hate Catherine."
"Master Viscount..."
"Is it because Catherine has no dowry? But my dear nephew, you will inherit my title and manor in the future. This is a customary rule, and it has been the same since ancient times. You should marry my daughter as your wife." Viscount chattered.
"I'm sorry..." The Baron sighed, "Excuse me for not being able to follow my assigned fate."
"Do you have a lady you fond of? Does she have a lot of dowries? What dowry can be better than Mormon Manor!"
"I don't have a lady I like, I just don't want to get married yet, so I don't intend to delay your daughter."
The Viscount stood up anxiously: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to get married now. You can get engaged first, and my daughter can wait for you."
The baron shook his head. He glanced at me first, and then said, "I have no special feelings for Miss Catherine, so I will not marry her."
The Viscount became angry. Perhaps no one had ever violated him in this way and denied him face, and he was still begging in a low voice, so his face became green and his tone became more squeaky, seeming to suppress his anger: "You know What will others say about you? They will say you are ruthless and unrighteous! You have got our manor, but you are unwilling to marry my daughter so that after my time is finished, my wife and daughters will live on the streets helplessly!"
The baron crossed his hands, and I knew what the action meant, and he was displeased.
The Viscount walked back and forth, blaming continuously: "I have given up my dignity to beg you, just want to find support for my wife and daughters, why are you so cruel and ruthless! If my son is still alive, I wouldn't have to beg you so humble!"
"Master Viscount." The baron stood up, and he solemnly looked at the other person and said: "My surname is Bruce. This is the surname passed to me by my father, because my father is also the son of my grandfather. He did not take anything from the Manor and left Momon at the is because of the law, everything in the manor belongs to you. So don't forget that Momon Manor belongs to you only because your surname is Bruce and you are the first heir. Apart from that, there is nothing else. For any reason. If Momon Manor belongs to me one day, it is only because my surname is Bruce and I am the first heir of the Manor."
"You!" The Viscount was choked and speechless.
The baron leaned to him and said, "I'm rude, please forgive the abruptness. I am not a person who is forgotten. If my cousin and aunt need me in the future, I can't deny it. It's good to mention it."
The Viscount snorted heavily and left the study without a word.
Viscount Bruce is not a reckless person, how could his attitude suddenly become so strong?
The reason is nothing else, but the investment advocated by Earl Hallock.
The Viscount had already sent someone to inquire secretly, and the investment this time was really extraordinary. Not only did the royal family participate, but there were also many nobles, big and small, all of whom said that the route could make a lot of money.
The Viscount thought, if he could make a fortune with this opportunity, what would he be afraid of? So he put aside his previous caution and courtesy and demonstrated to this strange nephew he had always disliked, but the facts disappointed him.
The Viscount found his wife and daughters angrily.
"He refused and refused again. I have never suffered such a humiliation. How dare he!" The Viscount cursed loudly while staring at his two daughters: "You useless rubbish, don't you assure me that he will fall for you? But he would rather lose his reputation than marry you."
"That... that damn hunchback!" Margaret held her handkerchief fiercely: "Who he think he is!"
Catherine didn't expect it at all. She thought that the Baron would definitely agree, after all, she had tried her best to please him. Coupled with the unspoken rules among the nobles, if he doesn't want his reputation to be damaged, he should marry one of them, and he obviously doesn't like Marguerite, but why does he even refuse her?
"I can't bear to stay here anymore! This unpopular house is like a tomb. There is no banquet, no singing, and dancing, no guests, he is a freak!" The Viscount complained.
"Hush, don't be so loud." The Viscountess shook her fan: "If we were not desperate, we would not come here. The bank is rushing to collect debts, what else can we do!"
"Then just kill him!" The Viscount said viciously: "Since he is so unsympathetic to us, then he deserves to die!"
"Kill him? You think it's so easy to kill him?" The Viscountess shook her head: "He's shrewd, you won't find any chance to."
"Huh!" The Viscount narrowed his eyes: "No matter how smart he is, he doesn't know everything and sees everything clear."
"What? What are your plans?" the Viscountess asked.
The Viscount smiled, but did not say clearly: "As long as I can get something like that, his life will be in my hand. I have to think about it... By the way, how much money do we have?"
The Viscountess sighed: "Where do we have money."
"Then dismiss all the servants, sell the jewelry, and sell everything that can be sold." said the Viscount.
"What are you going to do?"
The Viscount touched his moustache and said, "I found a way to earn money. There is a royal family's guarantee. Even that damn boy invested 50,000 pounds in it. I can't miss such a good opportunity. Make some money first and solve our problems. Let's talk about it urgently."
"Fifty thousand pounds!" The viscountess shook the fan vigorously: "So much money..."
"Huh! He knew that he would make money, so he dared to invest so much. He also deliberately avoided me that day and didn't want me to know..." The baron said triumphantly: "Did he forget that the valet serving him was from our manor and we send the boy to him?"
"It's Owen." Catherine interrupted.
"That's right, it's him, that clever brat." The Viscount smiled and said, "You have to rely on his help to get that thing. You have to find a way to win over him, no matter what method you use..."
...
The weather has been extremely muggy these days.
The moisture in the soil is so hot that it can't be chilled even at night.
After setting up the baron, I took a cold shower at the sink in the stable and then walked towards the servant's house with wet hair.
As soon as I walked to the shadow of the corridor, someone exclaimed and rushed towards me, and then I received a soft body.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've missed a stair, are you okay." A gentle female voice sounded ambiguously in my ear.
I looked up and saw that it was the most beautiful maid serving the Miss Catherine.
This scene is too familiar, and it has happened in my previous life.
"I'm fine, how are you?" I pushed her away and said.
"I'm fine," the woman said softly.
"Then go back and rest, it's already late," I said, bypassing her.
Surprisingly, she leaned forward bravely, holding me and rubbing her soft body, the meaning of which is self-evident, she whispered: "Mr. Eric, I have admired you for a long time, thinking of you every night... …"
I pushed her away without waiting for her to finish, and said coldly: "Does lady Catherine know that her maid is such a slut? If this happens again, I'm afraid I can only tell the master, please take care of yourself."
The maid stared at me blankly, with a look of disbelief, as if she didn't expect that I would spit out the meat in my mouth.
I clenched my fists and stepped up the stairs without saying a word. If this is not a coincidence, then next, Miss Catherine should take her movements. She probably thinks that I, a humble and lowly servant, can be manipulated with only one maid. Who knows that I am scornful to the maid, so there is no way, but the fair lady had to endure nausea and went into battle herself. This was the case in the previous life, but unfortunately I didn't have any doubts at all at the time, thought that this maid really had a crush on me.
Sure enough, at noon the next day, I met Catherine in a quiet place of the garden.
She seems to have walked here by accident, on the way I must pass every day, and then met me by chance.
"Owen." She smiled sweetly.
"Miss Catherine, good day." I leaned to her.
"Come and sit with me." She patted her side.
I stood by her side cautiously, leaned forward, and said, "What can I do for you, my lady? I am always at your service."
"Oh, you are such a stubborn guy." She whispered softly, "However, I like someone like you."
"You flatted me."
Catherine picked up a rose in the bush and put it to her lips, but her expression suddenly dimmed. She said sadly, "Owen, have you heard that? Oh, yes, you were there at the time. You must know."
As she said, she shed tears, and the big tears fell as soon as they fell. It was more real than acting, and so beautiful.
"...Lady, what's the matter with you? Please don't be sad..."
"How can I not be sad, Master Oscar rejected my father's request, and he begged him in such a low gesture...I was useless, I flirted him like a shameless woman, oh god, I did it all. What, I just don't want to make my father and mother sad, woooo..."
I handed over a handkerchief, but Catherine threw herself in my arms. She whispered, "What should I do? What should I do?"
I didn't feel much, I just feel the rubbing of her soft breasts on my body with every sob of her. This young lady always knows how to provoke a man to be tempted for her, go through fire and sea for her, and pity in my previous life. I should lost myself to such a stupid trick.
"Miss Catherine, don't be sad, there will be a way." I said softly.
"No, no, woo..." She cried for a while, raised a pair of tender eyes, and stared at me blankly: "Owen, you are such a good person, you are willing to listen to my complaints. There must be many girls who like you. not like me..."
As she said, she covered her mouth with a flushed face, seeming to notice that she had made a mistake, so she hurriedly got up, and ran away holding her skirt without saying a word.
Of course, she did not forget to drop a handkerchief that was 'accidentally dropped'. The handkerchief was pure white without any markings. Even the perfume sprayed on it was not what she used to do, so it could not be used against her.
Compared to the careless Miss Margaret, Miss Catherine was simply amazing.