The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 501 Ch.500 Hired Worker Glenn
Teresa herself was actually distressed.

As for Randolph Taylor, she once thought that she would not be able to serve the young gentleman for too long - the maid who had served Taylor since the time of Bellows had experienced too much, and she should have left after Bellows Taylor left.

Time makes people experienced, but it also makes them particularly annoying.

She waited for Randolph Taylor's dissatisfaction, circling around her like a cunning coachman, talking to her about position, health and life matters - and then coming to a benevolent 'arrangement'.

To her surprise, Randolph had never talked about this with Theresa since he took over the Taylor business and became the real owner.

He seemed to have tacitly allowed the old maid to continue as housekeeper, and he also increased her weekly salary and treated her better than she had been under Bellows Taylor in front of all the servants: this allowed her to move freely among the servants.

No one dares to offend her.

This was Teresa's luck, and perhaps to some extent, it was also Randolph Taylor's luck.

only.

Theresa often had trouble handling her relationship with Randolph - sometimes she said too much and it was inevitable that she would be presumptuous, and sometimes she said too little and she would worry secretly.

Mr. Bellows Taylor was not a romantic man, and he was very relaxed in the romantic field.

But why is my son like this?
"Excuse me, Mr. Collins," she whispered, "but what do you think of Miss Brontë's feelings?"

She cleverly avoided Randolph Taylor and talked about Bronte instead, thus avoiding the charge of "talking about her master in private."

Simultaneously.

She also changed the way she addressed Roland.

This means she is serious.

"Miss Bronte?" Roland paused. "She is an innocent and kind girl."

Theresa lowered her mouth. "There is no more meaningless evaluation than this, Mr. Collins. Anyone who cannot find a single good point in him will be described as 'innocent and kind'."

Roland said that was different.

Bronte's innocence and kindness are different from the general, perfunctory comments.

"What does that mean?" The old maid leaned slightly.

"It means."

Roland said: "There is kindness in her innocence, and at the same time, you can see innocence in her kindness."

Theresa: ...

He straightened up coldly and stared at the fireplace.

"That's not humorous at all, Mr. Collins."

"Mr. Collins can only comment on a friend's maid in this way." Roland lowered his eyes, rubbed his elastic cigar, and crossed his legs.

Theresa silently rolled her eyes.

——She hasn't done this in many years.

"Well, Mr. Smooth-tongued, creditor of the Taylors. I hope it gives you pleasure to make an old man give in."

Roland chuckled: "Now you finally understand the benefits of being innocent and kind, right?"

Theresa finally couldn't stop smiling, and she bloomed again like a time-lost rose in the flames.

Although the decaying shell is no longer beautiful, and will no longer be picked off and sniffed by young men along the way - her destination is no longer heart-wrenching emotions or moist praise in a kiss.

Every heavy rain would tremble her petals, filling the entire manor with the everlasting scent of roses.

"I think I understand what you mean, Roland. I must say that you are a wise man."

Few people can look at something they have seen countless times and still see it as purely as when they saw it for the first time.

Roland raised his head and struggled like a paralyzed disabled person: "I don't even understand what I'm saying, Theresa."

The old maid raised her eyebrows: "I suspect someone has led Betty astray."

“It seems that the Taylor family not only owes debts, but also falsely accuses the gentleman.”

"You are always right," Theresa pursed her lips and sighed, "But Randolph can't marry a woman of poor background, whose mother has died and who has no education - he should please a noble lady and win her love. This will be very easy for Randolph." Of course it's easy.

Even if Randolph didn't have to be present, it would be enough to just write down the Taylor family's assets on a piece of paper - no, just write "the heir to the Taylor family".

There are too many women of marriageable age who would be willing to do so.

Randolph can choose while playing cards, without worrying about being distracted and missing anyone.

"That depends on Randolph. Theresa, maybe we should give Miss Bronte some time." Roland finally spoke well of Bronte openly - in fact, it was more for his friend.

"You and Mr. Bellows Taylor should give Randolph and Miss Bronte some time."

Theresa bowed her head. "Those obscene novels? Just because of her?"

Roland stared at the fire quietly without answering.

The white waves in sight are steady and firm.

"Yes."

"Just her."

…………

……

Randolph had no idea that his friend was talking nonsense about his life event - he invited the employee who was scratching his head in front of him to sit down and personally took out a cigar from the wooden box and handed it to him.

This flattered the young man, who had not yet grown a beard.

He held the cigar almost as if it were the soft, close-fitting panties of the girl of his dreams, and his teeth would occasionally make a clacking sound as Randolph taught him how to cut the cigar and how to light and smoke it.

He paid no attention to his shaking hands, but instead puffed out his chest like an ape, trying to seize every opportunity to show off himself as if he were being received by the queen.

If Randolph were a general, he would probably say, 'I can wipe out a division on the battlefield!'

If Randolph was the mother of a brothel girl, he would tell him, 'I can do it all night long! And, there is no limit to the number of people!'

Unfortunately, Randolph was just a cigar businessman.

He had no choice but to flatter around the cigar - he had never smoked a cigar, let alone a high-end one with a 'gold powder' on the ring.

He cooperated with Randolph to cut open the cap, roasted the eggplant head, took a bite, sucked lightly, and rinsed it in his mouth a few times.

then.

The show began.

"…I can't believe it, Mr. Taylor! I can actually taste the aroma of nuts and butter…wait! And cocoa and coffee! And! And the scent of flowers! A lot of flowers - forgive me, sir, I can't even remember which kind of flowers!"

Randolph gently told him that everyone tasted different, so he should enjoy this moment slowly.

Actually.

Placed on this table, the 'Welcome Cigar' in this wooden box is not complicated. It is good enough if a cigar connoisseur can taste a hint of leather and nuts.

It wasn't even worthy of being in the window of Golden Smoke, and was only rolled with some incomplete tobacco leaves.

Randolph brought back these unsold cigars and placed them in a box specifically to deal with a certain group of people - like the one in front of him.

To fool and satisfy one's own evil taste.

To some extent.

It makes sense that he would team up with Roland.

"This must be a limited edition, right sir? I can't believe I'll get to taste something like this one day-"

Randolph laughed heartily.

Both of them like each other very much.

(End of this chapter)