NOVEL NEXT Rebirth of England.
Chapter 020 Who are you loyal to?
"Let's go back, Ms. Moore."
Hearing Barron's words, Yulia's eyes flashed with confusion. She didn't understand, so she came here by car, and then walked around the gas tank with the family heir. Then he didn't say anything and was about to go back?
At this time, Yulia felt a little complicated about Barron's feelings.
In addition to still being casual - taking the family's money and running to London to make so-called "investments" that he didn't even understand, he didn't even care about the Darcy Manor and other properties...either he handed it over to the butler Sean, or It was still up to her... Even when she went to the apartment where Barron lived that day, she could still smell the faint smell of alcohol - he must have been drunk again the night before.
From this point of view, this young master still behaves like a playboy.
But at certain times, Yulia was a little confused about the duke's heir's thoughts. Just like just now, when she saw Barron's expression, she suddenly had an unfathomable feeling...
Yulia shook her head subconsciously, as if to get rid of this incredible thought, followed Barron and got into the car.
……
"Ms. Moore, I am prepared to pay all inheritance taxes and complete the inheritance of the family industry."
After returning to the apartment in Kensington, Barron's words made Yulia look surprised:
"Are you ready to sell that land? Your Excellency."
"No, I will use my own money to pay the inheritance tax. I hope you can contact me to 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 that much money? That would cost £200 million!"
You must know that even in 2002, 200 million pounds was still not a small amount. At this time, the exchange rate of pound to dollar was still as high as over 1.5!
And in terms of purchasing power, it is far from being comparable to what it will be 20 years later.
"You don't need to worry about this. I can guarantee that it is all legal income... Well, my 'investment' has made a small profit."
F**K!Do you think I'm a fool, or am I crazy?A small gain?What can you do to get more than £10 million back on your £200 in just ten days?
Yulia almost said what she was thinking directly, but she still had sense, so she just said:
"As the administrator of the family trust fund, your Lordship, I think it is necessary for me to know how you obtained the money. I do not want there to be any dangerous consequences, or something that will bring shame to the Cavendish family. Things will be revealed in the future..."
"No, that's not what you need to know, Ms. Moore."
Objectively speaking, there is no need to avoid Yulia about what Barron did during this period, 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 fully support him.
Or as the manager of the family fund, Yulia will fulfill her obligation to help Barron within the rules, but other than that, deep down in her heart, she does not have enough recognition and trust in him.
These are not difficult to see for Barron, who spent more than ten years in a fickle place like the financial circle in his previous life.
In this case, similarly, the other party still cannot gain enough trust from him.
"You can rest assured that family honor is also something I cherish. Even though I have not yet become a real duke, I have always held myself to the standards of the nobility."
"But I will know this sooner or later, won't I?"
"Yes, you will know sooner or later..."
Seeing Yulia's eyes staring closely at him, her chest rising and falling, 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..."
In Barron's eyes, what made him interesting was that after he mentioned his brother, Yulia, who originally looked directly into his eyes, turned to one side...
The look of 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 fingers, lifted Yulia's chin, and turned her face to face him.
It can be said that his action was very frivolous. A look of disgust flashed on Yulia's face and she took a step back...
Barron didn't care about her reaction, he naturally put down his hand and continued:
"My brother is a kind man, hard-working, serious, and follows the sense of noble responsibility. 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 were my brother, and he was the heir to the family at this time, would you always have the same questioning attitude?"
Yulia was silent for a moment, sighed, and said:
"Your Excellency, although my surname is not Cavendish, the Cavendish family is 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. I can do everything I can to protect the family, including the industry... 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 it. Is it because of your own reasons?”
"Ms. Moore, your words really touched me. In this era, such traditional loyalty is really rare..."
Barron could hardly help clapping as he spoke.
"Loyalty will always exist in any age!"
"So who are you loyal to? Ms. Moore, who do you think the Cavendish family is? My father? My brother? Or is it me?"
"I have been loyal to the Duke, to Mr. James, and will continue to be loyal to the Cavendish family...those who are worthy of allegiance, if you are too, your lordship."
"Look...the doubts remain, Ms. Moore."
Barron shook his head slightly:
"But I believe that if it were my brother, then you wouldn't have the slightest doubt, and maybe it's not the reasons you mentioned. Well, maybe it's not all out of loyalty, but other stronger emotions. …”
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?!"
"You should know well, Ms. Moore. When I was cleaning up my brother's room, I saw a photo of you in his drawer. He kept it well... The person in the photo is mine. Brother, there’s also you, Ms. Moore.”
Seeing Yulia's face change drastically and turn a little 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, you two are really a perfect match. Woolen cloth……"
Hearing Barron's words, Yulia's eyes flashed with confusion. She didn't understand, so she came here by car, and then walked around the gas tank with the family heir. Then he didn't say anything and was about to go back?
At this time, Yulia felt a little complicated about Barron's feelings.
In addition to still being casual - taking the family's money and running to London to make so-called "investments" that he didn't even understand, he didn't even care about the Darcy Manor and other properties...either he handed it over to the butler Sean, or It was still up to her... Even when she went to the apartment where Barron lived that day, she could still smell the faint smell of alcohol - he must have been drunk again the night before.
From this point of view, this young master still behaves like a playboy.
But at certain times, Yulia was a little confused about the duke's heir's thoughts. Just like just now, when she saw Barron's expression, she suddenly had an unfathomable feeling...
Yulia shook her head subconsciously, as if to get rid of this incredible thought, followed Barron and got into the car.
……
"Ms. Moore, I am prepared to pay all inheritance taxes and complete the inheritance of the family industry."
After returning to the apartment in Kensington, Barron's words made Yulia look surprised:
"Are you ready to sell that land? Your Excellency."
"No, I will use my own money to pay the inheritance tax. I hope you can contact me to 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 that much money? That would cost £200 million!"
You must know that even in 2002, 200 million pounds was still not a small amount. At this time, the exchange rate of pound to dollar was still as high as over 1.5!
And in terms of purchasing power, it is far from being comparable to what it will be 20 years later.
"You don't need to worry about this. I can guarantee that it is all legal income... Well, my 'investment' has made a small profit."
F**K!Do you think I'm a fool, or am I crazy?A small gain?What can you do to get more than £10 million back on your £200 in just ten days?
Yulia almost said what she was thinking directly, but she still had sense, so she just said:
"As the administrator of the family trust fund, your Lordship, I think it is necessary for me to know how you obtained the money. I do not want there to be any dangerous consequences, or something that will bring shame to the Cavendish family. Things will be revealed in the future..."
"No, that's not what you need to know, Ms. Moore."
Objectively speaking, there is no need to avoid Yulia about what Barron did during this period, 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 fully support him.
Or as the manager of the family fund, Yulia will fulfill her obligation to help Barron within the rules, but other than that, deep down in her heart, she does not have enough recognition and trust in him.
These are not difficult to see for Barron, who spent more than ten years in a fickle place like the financial circle in his previous life.
In this case, similarly, the other party still cannot gain enough trust from him.
"You can rest assured that family honor is also something I cherish. Even though I have not yet become a real duke, I have always held myself to the standards of the nobility."
"But I will know this sooner or later, won't I?"
"Yes, you will know sooner or later..."
Seeing Yulia's eyes staring closely at him, her chest rising and falling, 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..."
In Barron's eyes, what made him interesting was that after he mentioned his brother, Yulia, who originally looked directly into his eyes, turned to one side...
The look of 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 fingers, lifted Yulia's chin, and turned her face to face him.
It can be said that his action was very frivolous. A look of disgust flashed on Yulia's face and she took a step back...
Barron didn't care about her reaction, he naturally put down his hand and continued:
"My brother is a kind man, hard-working, serious, and follows the sense of noble responsibility. 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 were my brother, and he was the heir to the family at this time, would you always have the same questioning attitude?"
Yulia was silent for a moment, sighed, and said:
"Your Excellency, although my surname is not Cavendish, the Cavendish family is 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. I can do everything I can to protect the family, including the industry... 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 it. Is it because of your own reasons?”
"Ms. Moore, your words really touched me. In this era, such traditional loyalty is really rare..."
Barron could hardly help clapping as he spoke.
"Loyalty will always exist in any age!"
"So who are you loyal to? Ms. Moore, who do you think the Cavendish family is? My father? My brother? Or is it me?"
"I have been loyal to the Duke, to Mr. James, and will continue to be loyal to the Cavendish family...those who are worthy of allegiance, if you are too, your lordship."
"Look...the doubts remain, Ms. Moore."
Barron shook his head slightly:
"But I believe that if it were my brother, then you wouldn't have the slightest doubt, and maybe it's not the reasons you mentioned. Well, maybe it's not all out of loyalty, but other stronger emotions. …”
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?!"
"You should know well, Ms. Moore. When I was cleaning up my brother's room, I saw a photo of you in his drawer. He kept it well... The person in the photo is mine. Brother, there’s also you, Ms. Moore.”
Seeing Yulia's face change drastically and turn a little 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, you two are really a perfect match. Woolen cloth……"
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