The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 500 Ch.499 Visit and Intermission

It is not difficult to guess what happened.

When Randolph arrived at the store, what old Hines had to say to the employees was very interesting.

First of all.

Hines said he did have some responsibility: he had failed to check the package a sixth time on the carriage before it was delivered to the newspaper office, after having checked it five times already—apparently suggesting to Randolph that he had done his duty.

The employees said that they did not notice anyone entering Mr. Hines' office: except for the deputy manager and Miss Hines that day.

At this time, old Hines jumped out to assure that his daughter and the deputy manager would never be able to enter his office - the door was locked, and he would lock it every time he left (in fact, it wasn't).

So, a question.

Who has the keys to the shop and office?
Old Hines.

as well as.

Lillian Rose Vansittart as assistant store manager.

Randolph did give it to her, but the forgetful lady probably hadn't figured out where she had thrown it away. Like Roland, he didn't believe Rose would do such a thing.

If this girl, whom he found difficult to describe accurately, wanted to steal something and stuff someone's socks into someone's teacup, Randolph could still believe it.

Modify the name without permission?

Randolph didn't think she could do it.

It wasn't that he understood Rose, but he could see the relationship between Rose and Roland - the girl loved his friend.

What is it like to love someone?
Hope everything is going well for him.

Randolph had often tasted this sweet and bitter mixture recently. Every time Bronte filled his tea or made coffee for him, he could taste a hint of sourness in the different flavors of the drinks.

So, Lillian Rose Vansittart wouldn't do that.

Unless he uses some means to kick Roland out of the Fountain of Youth.

(But Randolph guessed that she would appear at his bedside one midnight holding a razor blade - perhaps before the Fountain of Youth was seized by the Inquisition.)
In short, Randolph was sure that it was not Rose who did it.

Then...

Who else could it be?
The shrewd businessman overlooked Sally Hines and didn't believe that there was really someone so stupid.

He believed that it was old Hines, this man, who was responsible.

Too anxious, sir.

"Perhaps I don't have my father's talent to make everyone play to their best side - Mr. Hines," he comforted Hines and the anxious employees in the shop in public: "Please don't worry, this is just a small bump on the road to success, we will solve it soon."

"But young master, we——"

Young Master?
Randolph frowned, then smiled even more brightly: "No, no, sir, I'll figure it out. But you have to promise me that there won't be any more problems, okay?"

He tapped his cane and looked around at the staff.

"I will remove Lillian Rose Vansittart from her position as assistant store manager and select someone more qualified from among you - I hope to see your performance, gentlemen. I think you are well aware of the rules of the Taylor family."

"Many store managers are chosen from among you, aren't they?"

After Randolph finished speaking, he looked at Hines who was looking over his shoulder and said gently, "I look forward to meeting you at your mansion next time, sir. I will ask the servants to prepare a sumptuous meal. After that, I will talk to you about my father..."

Old Hines took out the towel from his chest, wiped the corners of his eyes, and bowed to him.

The trouble is over in just a few words.

Light and airy.

Taylor drove back to the old house and met Roland by chance.

then.

He invited Roland to the reception room to smoke a cigar and taste the coffee that Teresa had just bought.

It won’t take half an hour.

Theresa knocked on the door.

"Sir." The head maid whispered outside the door, "There is someone who claims to be your employee at the door."

…………

……

Roland didn't need to intervene.

Only under Teresa's help did he cut the cigar, light it, enjoy the aroma of sour plums and nuts, wash it down with a glass of whiskey, and listen to their conversation quietly.

"Thank you, Theresa."

Roland sat on the other side of the living room, next to the fireplace.

Theresa stood off to the side, away from Randolph and his staff—perhaps I had overlooked the size of the Taylors’ living room, but it was not too late to tell now.

That can accommodate a family of elephants...and their relatives?

"You're welcome, Mr. Collins."

"You called me Roland before." Although Roland pretended to be dissatisfied, his extremely young and handsome face made it difficult for the old maid to feel that his expression showed that his master was really angry - instead, it was like a child acting like a spoiled child when he needed the attention of his elders.

Theresa leaned slightly to avoid Randolph and the staff, her voice hidden in the roar of the boiling water: "...There are others now, sir."

It was an answer, but it sounded more like helpless consolation.

She looked at Roland who was snickering, and soon she was infected and her wrinkles appeared on her face as well.

Randolph Taylor was the old master's child and her master.

Not a child.

But Roland Collins was different. He always had a kind of "monster"-forgive Theresa's ignorance, she didn't understand how to describe this natural "magic":
He seemed to be born with the ability to make people like him and open their hearts to him.

This gentleman...

This kid has natural ability.

Theresa was affected like everyone else, and she was no exception.

For example, she hated Halida, hated Rose extremely, and hated Bronte even more than she hated her extremely - but she rarely showed it and would never make any decisions for her master.

She had also wondered that Roland Collins was not of better origin or higher education than the above three. As a "notorious" executive, he should have been more alert and cautious in dealing with every word and every expression.

But it only took Roland two or three visits to conquer her.

Maybe it was because Betty was special to him.

Maybe, he is just special.

Theresa thought.

If she had children, they would probably be about this age.

But he is definitely not as handsome as Roland, nor does he have his unique temperament and talent to be popular.

"The gentleman is terrified."

Theresa broke the rules and chatted quietly with Roland.

(This isn’t the first time she’s done this.)
"Are you scared?" Roland pinched his cigar and said in surprise: "I won't eat him."

"For Taylor, hurting friendship is much more terrible than becoming food." Theresa coughed, straightened up slightly, put her hands on her belly, and turned her mouth towards Roland: "...Mr. is worried that you will be angry."

Maybe he was also worried that Roland would have some bad thoughts about what he did.

"Me? Of course I didn't."

Roland smiled like a warm moon: "If he cheated on me, I would cheat on Beatrice - oh, I almost forgot about the dragon..."

The old maid's expression was close to a smile, but she relied on her well-trained facial muscles to hold it back.

The more she looked at the strange looking golden-eyed child, the more she couldn't help herself, so she looked away and silently prayed to the Father of All Things - this was a good idea, no matter how happy you were, as long as you started praying, you would be sure to remember the mistakes you had made.

That's a great happiness killer.

(End of this chapter)