Just as Charles took his people to visit Dr. Marx's residence, a visitor was also welcomed at his home. Miss Lola de Bowang, the daughter of the great banker Baron Bowang, finally came to the Marquis of Treville's house to visit, according to her previous promise. This was also the first time she had visited this small mansion.

Unlike Charles, who likes low-key, Lola's visit is much more grand. Four carefully selected white horses galloped slowly along the way with a wide carriage. The materials used in the carriage were also exquisite, carved with fine patterns and carved with the Bowang family's family emblem. This kind of travel that is full of show-off seems to be deliberately using money to declare one's social status.

When the carriage came all the way to the gate of the Marquis' Mansion, even the knowledgeable gatekeeper was shocked by this style. After a moment of stunned silence, he quickly put the carriage in.

After driving to the vestibule, the carriage stopped, and then Lola slowly walked out of the carriage, then stood under the steps, waiting for the owner to greet him.

Today she was wearing a silk dress embroidered with gold thread, as elegant as ever, as if she had ignored the weather today. Although her hair bun was tied down and her brown hair was loose, her face was still as delicate and indifferent as a doll, and she was so arrogant that she didn't look like a visitor, but like the owner here.

She was never used to waiting for people, but fortunately the people she visited did not ask her to wait for more.

"Miss De Bowang! You are really here!" A cheerful greeting came from the opposite side, and a burst of rapid footsteps. "Thank you for your visit..."

Fran came to the door. Then he quickly walked down the steps and walked to Lola. She was still wearing a white short-sleeved dress, obviously not as suddenly as the family, and changed her usual simple habits. Her expression looked very happy, with a smile on her face, and she kept saying welcome words.

But if you look closely, people can also find a trace of anxiety and melancholy in the depths of her eyes. These things make her smile lose the sincerity of the past and become the most common kind of polite smile in the upper class.

Her hidden melancholy certainly did not originate from Lola's visit.

"I planned to come here a few days ago, but I only found the empty space today." Compared to Fran's enthusiasm, Lola was still calm and almost cold. However, her expression was finally much gentler than before.

"That's great." Fran smiled again. She was used to this person's indifference and alienation, so she could treat her calmly. "By the way. I haven't said thank you yet. I have received the bouquet you sent to my brother before. It looks very beautiful. I like it very much. I really didn't expect you to be like this..."

"No need to thank you, just a little gift." Lola replied calmly.

While speaking, the two of them walked into the Marquis' Mansion together, led by Fran.

The newly renovated living room, the carpets, tassels, brocades and hanging famous paintings are all displayed in front of the daughter of this big banker.

Ah, it’s so shabby. This family probably just recently learned what it means to be rich.

She said something in her heart without any emotion.

If she had seen the Marquis' Mansion before the renovation, God would have made any comments? Fortunately, there was no need to investigate this issue anymore.

"Are you the only one here today?" After a moment of silence, Lola asked in a low voice, "I remember Miss De Leoran living with you now?"

"Oh, she?" Fran still smiled and shook his head gently. "She is not at home now. My brother seems to have arranged for her to do something. She is now my brother's assistant... As for my brother, you know that he has a position, so of course he won't be at home often."

"Oh, that's right." Lola nodded slightly, but there was still nothing unusual on her face.

For a moment, the two people suddenly fell into a slightly awkward silence.

"What do you want to play?" Fran was obviously a little nervous. Obviously she was at a loss about how to entertain Lola. "Why would I take you to my bedroom to see it? Although the teacher is no longer in class, I have been insisting on painting recently."

"You are really hardworking, no wonder you were able to achieve such results at that time." Lola glanced at Fran, as if she didn't know the trouble she brought to her master. "I have rarely painted recently. It seems that there is no reason why you are better than me in painting..."

"What's the matter!" Fran smiled awkwardly, "I just drew a little while I was free, so I didn't have the same hard work as before."

After a pause, some strange thoughts suddenly flashed through her eyes, and her voice became much lower, "Besides, how could I feel so much to draw now..."

"Anyway, you are always more time than me, right? I've been so busy lately that my father has arranged a lot of things for me, as if he's not worried about my age at all." Although he seemed to be comforting, Lola's tone couldn't help but show off. "So I didn't have time to come and see you until today."

Soon, they came to Fran's bedroom together.

Fran took out some of the paintings she had recently drawn from her drawer and handed them to the other party. She didn't want to get the other party's praise, but just wanted to pass some time for her. After the necessary social time was over, she would send this difficult guest away quickly.

Fran now likes to be alone more than ever, because she doesn't have to force herself to smile when she is alone.

However, Lola seemed to have not felt the owner's mood at all, and just quietly flipped through the paintings without saying a word. Moreover, as time passed, her turn became slower and slower, which made Fran feel a little anxious.

Lola initially just took a look at it casually for politeness, but soon she found that she was gradually addicted to these paintings.

It was not because of how good the painting was, but because she suddenly felt the painter's mood at that time. Then she was immersed in the resonance of this state of mind.

I saw it, saw it, what a good painting! The wind is sunny but the stormy sea is hidden, the smiling child is full of anger in his eyes, the sailboat that is about to hit the reef, the lush but leaves are strangely twisted jungle...

How beautiful! How beautiful!

This kind of forbearing rage, this hidden hatred, this kind of calm storm! Isn't this the painting I want to see?

So that's it, so that's it... This person's heart is also full of anger and hatred like me. Lola told herself in her heart.

From childhood, she was full of yearning and longing for those old and famous families, but later, she found that she would probably be forever turned away by these pretentious people. In the midst of loss, this yearning was slowly transformed into anger and hatred that could not be understood - she hated not Matilda and Charlotte, but refused to open the door to her and refused to recognize all the old nobles of the new era.

And her hatred for her brother was at least to the same level. Because his existence turned all her efforts into a sad joke. No matter how much she pleased her father, he could inherit everything about her father as long as he lay still. This is something that Lola could never forgive.

As time goes by, this hatred accumulates deeper and deeper, and becomes increasingly difficult to resolve, and has even turned into a part of her life. However, despite this, she still hides hatred in the coldness and is careful not to be discovered.

Although for some reason, the carefree girl who was a year ago suddenly became so resentful now, it was obvious that she was the same type of person as herself.

This trip did not come in vain.

A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she suddenly raised her head and looked at Fran.

Fran was shocked by this gaze. After a while, she asked carefully, "Miss De Bowang, what's wrong with you? Is it because I didn't draw well? Well, that's right..." She smiled bitterly, "I've had a lot of troubles recently, and I haven't practiced very seriously, and I've really regressed a lot."

After hearing the other person's bitter smile, Lola finally understood that the rage and hatred contained in the painting were her true feelings from the bottom of her heart. Although she didn't even feel it when she was painting, she thought it was just a scribble.

Where does this hatred come from? Lola couldn't help but feel a little curious in her heart.

Generally speaking, a girl who has no worries about food and clothing and has no material desires will not have such a strong hatred, right? In addition, her brother loves her so much... wait... wait...

Maybe the problem is here?

She recalled the night when she was in the Elysee Palace, her conversation with the girl, and her angrily glimpse without any concealment.

Of course that glance would not be directed at her.

I see.

But, is this really the case?

No, right? This is too...too unimaginable, how could it be...how could it be...

She felt that she had grasped something, something that was very important to her, but she didn't dare to believe it, because it was a bit horrible after all.

This can be tested.

"When your brother came to my house a few days ago, he seemed to say that he was going to formally propose to Miss De Treville. He was about to get married soon. I want to congratulate you in advance..." She deliberately mentioned "inadvertently".

Fran's pupils suddenly shrank and her face turned paler, but she quickly covered up her past.

"Is that? I've heard of it." She answered reluctantly, and immediately changed the subject, "What do you think of these paintings? Although I didn't take it very carefully when I was painting at that time, but... but... I might have painted better than in the past. After all... After all...... After all,... the recent few shots have made a lot of progress than in the past... and..."

She talked a lot, but Lola could hear that she was just talking nonsense, and she probably didn't even know what she was saying.

The situation is already very obvious, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

horrible……

Lola's heart twitched suddenly, and then looked at Fran in disbelief.

This is the girl who didn't understand why I didn't understand anything but painting? It's hard to imagine.

Is it true that a family as glorious as the De Treville family is like this under brocade and flowers? It is also unimaginable.

However, this all seems to be true.

She couldn't help but look at Fran again, causing the other party to be puzzled.

Well, that's right, the brother is handsome, with a decent conversation, and talented; the sister is beautiful, cute, gentle and charming, and has artistic talent. It's not completely unmatched like this. No wonder she secretly feels affection, hahahahaha. She seemed to be mocking something, and she sneered in her heart.

It's a pity that they are just brothers and sisters.

"Your paintings are very beautiful, so beautiful." After a long silence, she complimented, "Miss Treville, this is the best one in your paintings I have ever seen. I was shocked and liked them very much. Thank you..."

Yes, no matter how strong or beautiful the king and queen are, they are just chess pieces. (To be continued...)
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