"Let's go back, Ms. Moore."After hearing Barron's words, Yulia's eyes flashed with doubt. She didn't quite understand. They just came here by car, and then walked around the gas tank with the family heir, and then he said nothing and was going back?
At this moment, Yulia had a slightly complicated feeling about Barron.
Apart from being as carefree as ever - he took the family's money and ran to London for so-called "investments" that he himself did not understand, and even ignored Chatsworth House and other industries... He either handed them over to the butler Sean, or continued to manage them himself... Even when she went to Barron's apartment that day, she could still smell the faint smell of alcohol - he must have been having a good time the night before.
It seems that this young master still behaves like a dandy boy.
But at certain times, Yulia could not figure out the Duke's heir's thoughts. Just like just now, when she saw Barron's expression, she suddenly felt that he was unfathomable...
Yulia shook her head subconsciously, as if trying to get rid of this incredible idea, and followed Barron into the car.
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"Ms. Moore, I am prepared to pay all inheritance taxes and complete the inheritance of the family business."
After returning to the apartment in Kensington, Barron's words made Yulia look surprised:
"Are you going to sell the land, my Lord?"
"No, I will use my own money to pay the inheritance tax. I hope you can help me make some contact and complete the inheritance procedures for the title and family assets."
"Your own money?"
Barron's words made Yulia even more confused:
"Where did you get so much money? That would cost two million pounds!"
You have to know that even in 2002, 2 million pounds was still not a small amount of money. At that time, the exchange rate of pounds to dollars was as high as 1.5!
And in terms of purchasing power, it is far from comparable to that of 20 years later.
"You don't have to worry about this. I can guarantee that it's all legally obtained... Well, my 'investment' has made a small profit."
F**K! Do you take me for a fool or am I crazy? A small profit? What can I do to turn your £100,000 into a return of over £2 million in ten days?
Yulia almost said what she was thinking directly, but she still had her wits about her chest, so she just said:
"As the manager of the family trust fund, Your Lordship, I think it is necessary for me to know how you got the money. I don't want any dangerous consequences or anything that would bring shame to the Cavendish family to be disclosed in the future..."
"No, that's not what you need to know, Ms. Moore."
Objectively speaking, there is no need for Barron to hide what he has done during this period from Yulia, but he still does not intend to be honest with her about it.
After all, he could feel that the woman in front of him did not support him wholeheartedly.
Or as the manager of the family fund, Yulia would fulfill her obligation to help Barron within the rules, but other than that, deep down in her heart, she did not have enough identification and trust in him.
It was not difficult for Barron to see these things, as he had spent more than a decade in the treacherous financial world in his previous life.
That being the case, the other party still cannot gain enough of his trust.
"You can rest assured that I also cherish the family honor. Even though I have not yet become a real duke, I have always held myself to the standards of nobility."
"But I'm going to know all this sooner or later, right?"
"Yes, you will know it sooner or later..."
Seeing Yulia staring at him closely, her chest rising and falling, and taking deep breaths to stabilize her emotions, Barron walked up to her with a smile on his face:
"Before that, Ms. Moore, how about we talk about my brother?"
"You mean Mr. James..."
What was interesting to Barron was that after he mentioned his brother, Yulia turned her gaze away from his eyes...
The sadness that flashed across the other person's face did not escape his observation.
"Yes, my dear brother, James Cavendish."
As Barron spoke, he stretched out his finger, lifted Yulia's chin, and turned her face to face him.
It can be said that his action was very frivolous. Yulia's face flashed with disgust and she took a step back...
Barron didn't care about her reaction at all. He put down his hand naturally and continued,
"My brother is kind, hardworking, serious, and follows the sense of responsibility of a noble. You should think so too, Ms. Moore, am I right?"
"Yes, Mr. James is completely different from you. He is an upright gentleman."
"Then what I've always been curious about is, if it was my brother, if he was the heir to the family at this time, would you also always have such a questioning attitude?"
Yulia was silent for a moment, then sighed and said,
"Your Lordship, although my last name is not Cavendish, the Cavendish family has been kind to me. So after the Duke granted me this position, I swore that I would be loyal to the Cavendish family and do my best to protect everything in the family, including the property... and reputation. So everything I do is for this purpose. If you feel that I have doubts about my attitude towards you, then I hope you will think about whether it is because of your own reasons?"
"Ms. Moore, I am really moved by your words. In this era, such traditional loyalty is really rare..."
As Barron spoke, he could hardly help but applaud.
"Loyalty will exist in any era!"
"Who are you loyal to, then? Ms. Moore, the Cavendish family in your eyes? My father? My brother? Or me?"
"I was loyal to the Duke, to Mr. James, and I will continue to be loyal to the Cavendish family... those who deserve loyalty, if you are also loyal, Your Lordship."
"See... the doubts still exist, Ms. Moore."
Barron shook his head slightly:
"But I believe that if he were my brother, you wouldn't have any doubts, and maybe it's not for the reasons you mentioned. Well, maybe it's not entirely out of loyalty, but other stronger emotions..."
"My Lord, what do you mean?!"
"You should know this well, Ms. Moore. When I was tidying up my brother's room, I saw a photo of you and me in his drawer. He kept it very well... The people in the photo are my brother and you, Ms. Moore."
Seeing Yulia's face change drastically and then turn pale, Barron said with regret:
"Ms. Moore in the photo is completely different from now. Her smile is really... sweet. Although I know that my brother has been engaged before, when I see the photo, I can't help but sigh that you two are really a good match..."