Under the soft soothing of Charles, Fran, who had just woken up from the nightmare, fell into deep sleep again.

Although he had already broken free from his drunken state, Fran's face was still red. Against the backdrop of golden eyebrows and eyelashes, the sleeping face looked so cute that Charle's original anger slowly disappeared.

Alas, who didn’t do something ridiculous when he was young? Isn’t that the same for myself?

He has always loved his sister and soon exonerated her.

At this moment, Miss Eugenie Detangeral, as well as three girls Matilda and Mary, walked into the room, and it seemed that they were also visiting Fran.

They seemed to have drunk a lot, so their faces turned red, and there was a smell of alcohol on their bodies. Suddenly, there was a smell of alcohol in the air.

"Mr. Treville, your sister is okay?" Eugenie asked quickly as soon as she saw Charles.

"Miss Dongrale, you guys are having a bit too much of it." Charles, who couldn't be angry with his sister, suddenly had an venting vent and immediately turned his head to look at Eugenie, "I brought my sister here to appreciate your singing, not to drink with you."

"I've been nervous for so long, I have to relax." Eugenie replied with a smile, "Drinking happily with my friends in my spare time is a part of my life."

"I understand how much you value your friends, but you're drunk when you hide together... that doesn't look like a lady, right?" Charles still couldn't let it go. "Think about it, what would anyone think if you see the appearance of you ladies?"

After saying that, his eyes swept across the other two people, Matilda and Mary felt ashamed and avoided his sight.

"Oh, everyone is so tired of living, do you still care about what others think? They think whatever they like, even a lady is a human being." Eugenie shrugged gracefully, "Mr. Treville, I thought that a young man as good as you would not be as cautious as ordinary people and afraid of those boring rumors. Did I misread you?"

After being blocked by Eugenie like this, Charles suddenly had nothing to say.

But he was not angry. Eugenie responded to herself like this, but instead made him feel that the other party was interesting.

He looked at the only daughter of the big banker again.

She is tall, with thin eyebrows, slightly narrowed eyes, and a slightly mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, which looks elegant and luxurious against the precious skirt she is wearing. Her face is a little red, like a shy child, but her sarcastic smile and willpowerful eyes bring some determination to her charm.

Maybe she was a little cynical, but she was definitely not a child at mercy. Charles made a judgment in his heart.

If Valentina is a thorny rose, then she should be a cactus that blooms.

Although Charles does not particularly like this sharp and hard woman, he respects this type of person.

So he did not get entangled with Eugenie anymore, but walked to Matilda.

"Where is Your Highness?" he leaned into Matilda's ear and asked in a low voice.

"Yes...good, I forgot." Matilda suddenly woke up, shuddered, and immediately apologized to her friends, leaving the room with some floating steps.

"I'll take care of Fran." Mary took the initiative to walk to Fran who was still sleeping. "Sir, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect her to fall down so easily... Otherwise I would stop it."

"Don't apologize so seriously, this is not a big deal." Charles shook his head, "Just be careful in the future. Then I'll trouble you next."

He nodded to Mary, then strode out of the room, and Eugenie walked out with Charles at this time.

As the protagonist of tonight, she certainly has a lot to do.

The two walked into the corridor together, and Shire suddenly had the urge to chat with each other.

"Your father, Baron Dongra has not come forward yet. Is he not at home?" he asked in a low voice.

"No, he is at home, receiving an important guest." Eugenie shook her head. "I guess he will attend later."

"Oh, so that's it..." Charles nodded, and then secretly speculated who should be the guest who was worthy of Baron Dongra's solemn reception.

"My father's affairs are usually not revealed to me, and I am not interested in asking him what he is doing." Eugenie suddenly turned her head and looked at Charles, "If you want to spy on some information about his father from me, you may be disappointed and I will not be able to help me."

"Uh...you misunderstood me, of course I wouldn't do such a boring thing to you." Awkwardly, Charle quickly denied it and then changed the subject, "Seriously, my friend and I have been talking about you all day today."

"Hmm? Why?" Eugenie was a little surprised.

"If I said the reason, you may not be so surprised - I am Mr. Albert de Marsev's friend." Charles replied with a smile, secretly glad that he had changed the subject. "Then, I noticed that you have been rude to Albert today, and you didn't even have any contact with him..."

"Is he?" Eugenie understood, but instead narrowed her eyes slightly.

Poor Albert!

As soon as he saw Eugenie's reaction, Charles couldn't help but sigh.

It is obvious that although both sides are already talking about marriage, Miss Dongrale is not interested in Albert.

"Mr. Treville, I think you may have noticed some rumors in the social circle. Yes, in these rumors, Albert and I are indeed connected together - but at this moment, the rumors are just rumors." Eugenie said to Charles seriously, "I am the father's only daughter. My father raised me since he was a child and has infinite favors for me, so I obeyed my father's orders. He married whoever he would marry me - but as long as my father has not spoken, I have the right not to regard someone as his fiancé. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Since the other party had said this, Charles could only sigh.

It seems that Eugenie really has no good impression of Albert. It can be imagined that if the two really get married, they may be just a superficial couple.

However, aren’t such marriages everywhere in the upper class? Charles just sighed and didn’t want to say anything more.

Anyway, by any standard, Albert can get great benefits from this marriage. Compared with these benefits, even if his fiancée doesn't like him, it's not a big problem - and, feelings are cultivated, maybe they can develop feelings in the future? Albert is also a very easy-to-like young man...

"It's good if you understand." Eugenie nodded again, her eyes still so sharp. "In addition, I have another request, sir, I don't like to become a topic of conversation for others, especially in such matters. So, based on the friendship between our two families, I sincerely ask you not to participate in the chat about me privately, is it okay?"

Although it was just a request on the surface, her attitude was very harsh and naturally exuded a sense of nobility, which almost made people forget that her father was not a noble even ten years ago.

He is really a strong person. He can be a good friend, but it is difficult to be a good wife, poor Albert.

"Okay, I understand." Charles bowed solemnly, and then the two of them said goodbye.

With infinite regrets for Albert, Charles returned to the living room.

It was already evening, and guests began to gather in the spacious and magnificent living room of Tanglar Mansion. The scene was no different from ordinary social gatherings.

Charles walked back to Albert de Marsev and Andre Kavalcanti. While they were chatting, Baron Tanglar, who had disappeared for most of the day, finally appeared in the hall with his wife's hand in his hand.

Although the visitors today are all young people, who dares to disrespect the famous Baron Dongra? When the big banker appeared in front of everyone, everyone in the conversation immediately changed their sight and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

However, although they have extremely rich money, and although the couple walked over hand in hand with enthusiastic smiles and calm host temperament... However, in Charles' opinion, the appearance of the two people was a bit inconsistent.

Baroness Dongrall has always been known for her beauty in the social circle. Today, she looks even more radiant because she has dressed up deliberately. Although she is nearly 40 years old, she is wearing a low-cut dress and her skin is exposed. These skins are still very tender and there are no flaws. They are as white as cream. On her plump chest, the gem necklace is shining, so beautiful that people can't help but stare at it with breath.

And the husband next to her is not so pleasing to the eye.

Baron Tanglar was short, a little shorter than his wife, and his skin was browned and covered with wrinkles. Even in exquisite dresses, it was difficult to hide his old-fashioned aura. In addition, although there was a smile on his face, his gaze was very free, as if his attention had drifted away from other places. There was a sense of indifference in his eyes, such as fine wine and beautiful women, and gorgeous clothes and jewelry. Nothing here could arouse his interest. In his dry body, there seemed to be only a desire - the desire for money.

Against the backdrop of her shriveled and scorched husband, Mrs. Tangeral looked even more beautiful and charming, so that even Charle felt like "flowers were placed on xx".

From this point of view, it is understandable that Mrs. Tangeral finds a lover for herself...

Just as Charles was still imagining, the Tanglars and his wife came to the center of the hall, and at this time, their daughter Eugenie also came to their parents.

Tanglar's family of three gathered together, and the jewels and magnificent spirit fully revealed the demeanor of the wealthy family.

What made Charles quite pleased was that Miss Tanglar inherited the appearance of her mother rather than her father, so even though she was harsh and stern, she was still charming. Under the dazzling candlelight of the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, she was bright and charming, and the smile on her face also made her feel a little softer.

Under the gaze of everyone, Baron Tanglar cleared his throat and spoke leisurely.

"Thank you all for taking time to attend the birthday party of your daughter in your busy schedule. I just heard everyone's applause. It can be seen that you all gave high praise to your daughter's singing. I must thank you solemnly." He nodded to Sifang with a cold smile, "To be honest, at my age, I don't care about my praise or criticism at all. All I care about is my daughter-I have always been worried about my daughter before. After all, although my daughter is talented, she is really not approachable, so I worry that she may not make friends, but seeing so many people gather today, I feel much more at ease..."

He sighed softly, then turned to look at his daughter.

At this time, there was a little more gentleness in his sight, which was probably the last bit of human feelings in his heart.

"Eugenie, from today on, you have grown up, and dad is very happy. You are my only daughter, the continuation of my bloodline, and my pride. I watched you go from a baby born to a beautiful girl today, and when you look at you from an unknown child to a beautiful and talented lady, I am very proud. I never dared to have such a child, but the omnipotent God gave me a perfect gift, and I am extremely grateful to Him." Baron Dongrall stretched out his dry hand and gently stroked his daughter's hair. "When I saw you were born, I knew that you were the sustenance of my future life. For you, I am willing to give everything, and I will use all the resources I can operate to create a carefree life for you. I am very happy. So far, I have done it, and I hope that the future will be able to do the same."

I have to say that Baron Dongral's words are different from ordinary words. They have no false words, but are full of affection. Even if there is a pretentious element in it, many of them must be sincere.

A person can do good and bad things at the same time. When he intends to use his daughter as a bargaining chip to marry into the royal family, it may not be entirely a calculation of interests.

"Dad, thank you for your support and education for so many years. Without you, I wouldn't have anything." Eugenie's eyes were filled with tears, and she was obviously moved by her father's deep affection. "I have always been proud of you, so I am very ashamed. Over the years, I just enjoyed what you gave me, but I didn't help you..."

"Stop saying such stupid words. If you make me happy, your biggest help, daughter." Baron Dongrall patted his daughter on the shoulder again, "Okay, there are so many people here today, don't show a look that makes everyone feel discouraged."

Then, he picked up the wine glass on the table next to him and looked at the guests around him.

"So, in this time worth celebrating, let's have a drink for Miss Eugenie De Dongrale!"

"Eugenie!" "Cheers to Eugenie!"

Of course, the guests were very sensible. They raised their glasses to celebrate Eugenie's birthday, and of course Charles and his friends were among them.

For a moment, the atmosphere was so warm that it was endless, and cheers were echoing everywhere in the wide hall, as if attending a celebration.

Then, the servants brought desserts and the host and the guests began to enjoy a rare happy time together.

Like all parties, people began to gather together in groups of three or three to start their chats.

At this time, Mrs. Dongral's lover Lucien de Bree came to the Baroness.

This tall and handsome young man is one of the most popular new stars in the government today, so even Baron Dongrail had to give him three points. Although he and Mrs. Dongrail have been flirting with each other, the Baron has always pretended not to see it. Even if he became the target of ridicule of Paris, the Baron didn't care at all.

"Lucian!" After seeing his lover, Mrs. Tangeral's smile obviously became a little warmer, "How are you doing recently?"

Because he had a fight with her husband before, the Baron deliberately separated the relationship between his wife and Lucien. They had not met for several days. So now when they met, Mrs. Tangeral did not care about being suspicious and started asking directly, but Baron Tangeral's face did not change at all, as if he had heard nothing.

"By your care, madam." Lucien bowed, then picked up the wife's hand wearing silk gloves and kissed her gently.

Then, he raised his head, looked at his lover's daughter, and then showed a smile he thought was most intimate.

"Happy birthday, Eugenie."

However, things went against my wishes, and this smile did not arouse any response from Miss Tanglar. Instead, she slightly avoided her sight, as if she was unwilling to face the man who took away his mother and turned his father into a laughing stock.

"Thank you, Mr. Debray." She just replied coldly.

This cold response made Debray slightly embarrassed, but after practicing for a long time, he would certainly not be intimidated by such a small blow. He just turned his head without revealing his mark and looked at Baron Dongra.

"Dear Baron, we've been talking about your daughter every day lately, and it's not just her birthday."

"Oh? What are you talking about?" The Baron seemed to be looking at the other person ignorantly.
To be continued...