Paris.
The second floor of the Industrial Planning Bureau.
Joseph looked at the six men before him with a smirk that was not quite a smile, "It seems that you are not too saddened by Mr. Bouvarandere's sudden suicide."
The Marquis of Ludo quickly put on a sorrowful expression, "Your Highness, we are indeed very heartbroken, but in order not to affect your mood, we refrained from showing it."
"Is that so?" Joseph nodded, "What do you know about Necker's death then?"
A middle-aged man, with sunken eyes and a sallow complexion, hastily said, "Your Highness, it was all Bouvarandere's doing, we know nothing about it."
He was Viscount Reclixian, the owner of the Dauphine Credit Bank.
"Is that so? But Lady Bouvarandere confessed that the assassination of Necker was a plot devised by all of you. However..." Joseph glanced at the six panicked men and changed his tone, "I don't quite believe what she said."
