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Chapter 260 Bankers Have No Feelings
Chapter 260 Bankers Have No Feelings
Inside the apartment Hugh and Fors rented, "The Curse of the Abrahams"—
Listening to Lorne's words, Fors murmured the word repeatedly.
She had obtained her "apprentice" potion from a terminally ill patient she was caring for. She remembered that Mrs. Anlisa had mentioned that her husband came from a very ancient and mysterious family.
And she once told Fors in a tone that was a mixture of sadness and relief: "As long as you are not a member of that family, you will not be affected by that terrible curse—"
Is that family—the so-called "Abrahams"?
"I don't know much about the Abraham family either," Fors shook his head somewhat dejectedly. "The lady who gave me my extraordinary abilities never talked about her family in detail."
"What a pity—" Lorne sighed at the opportune moment, expressing his sympathy. He knew this clue was crucial to Fors.
"That's all the information I have so far. The full moon's ability to eat words is likely related to this family's curse. To find a way to break the curse, we probably have to start with their family."
"Do you have any contact information for that woman's other relatives or friends?" Lorne asked again.
"No—" Fors's eyes dimmed. "She had no children, and when she was seriously ill, no relatives or friends came to visit her. Perhaps that's why she left most of her inheritance, including these extraordinary items, to me, her fairly devoted caregiver—"
Her voice grew softer and softer, carrying a hint of sadness and a sense of helplessness about the future.
The trail just went cold—
Looking at Fors, who was shrouded in a somber mood, Lorne tried to comfort her in a lighthearted tone: "Madam, you are a writer, you should broaden your thinking a bit."
He paused, then quoted a famous saying: "There's always a way out."
"There will definitely be a way. I will continue to inquire about relevant information for you."
"Hmm." Fors nodded, forcing a smile. "There's always a way out—Emperor Roselle's words are indeed very true; they always give people hope."
Holy crap! He actually copied this?! Is he even human?!
Lorne was speechless. Russell didn't even spare inspirational quotes! This was a complete and utterly inescapable attempt to leave no way out for later transmigrators!
Thinking of Rosell, a sudden association popped into Lorne's mind.
Russell once wrote in his diary that he deeply regretted not choosing three paths: "diviner," "apprentice," and "thief."
And now, beside him, Hazel might be the "thief," and Fors is the "apprentice"—only one is missing.
"Fortune teller"
Could there be some special mystical meaning behind this? After the "mysterious queen" incident, he felt that he had become a bit eccentric lately.
Fors's voice interrupted his thoughts. She looked at Lorne beside her, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, her eyes hesitant, but she finally mustered the courage to speak: "Thank you, Mr. Scott."
She stared intently at Lorne, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes from time to time, and a look of eagerness appearing at other times. Deep in her pupils was a complex emotion that Lorne couldn't understand.
"Even though we're complete strangers, you've helped me so much—"
Did she discover something, or was it that I was too polite and too amicable just now?
Lorne felt a little uneasy under her sudden, aggressive gaze.
"Well—it's fate that we met. Besides, I promised Hugh I would help you, and Hugh has already paid me."
Lorne smiled and deliberately brought up the incident of "flirting" with Hugh that day, trying to divert Fors's attention and also implying that his help was not entirely selfless.
"Just—just because of Hugh?" Fors paused slightly, her body leaning forward instinctively.
She said, enunciating each word clearly, "You only helped me because of Hugh?"
Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa in Queens.
"Dad, I heard that the stock market in Backlund seems to be doing quite well lately?"
Remembering Mr. World's reminder, Audrey casually asked her father, who was reading the newspaper.
"Oh? Where did you hear that?" Earl Hall put down his newspaper and looked at his daughter with some surprise.
This was the first time she had proactively discussed this issue with herself.
"It was Grylint who said it. He seems to have become obsessed with investing lately and wanted to ask me for some inside information." As a competent "observer," Audrey easily fabricated a plausible reason.
"Dad, you're the most amazing banker in the whole kingdom!" she said, adding a perfectly timed compliment to her father.
"Hehe." Earl Hall seemed to enjoy his daughter's compliment and let out a pleasant chuckle.
"The stock market has been doing really well lately; many stocks have skyrocketed—"
"But—it seems a bit strange that there's suddenly so much news about the stock market." Audrey continued to play the role of a "curious child."
"This is just a normal cyclical market fluctuation," Earl Hall replied calmly, "except that this time the impact is a little wider than usual, which makes it particularly noteworthy."
is it?
"Is that so?" A knowing glint flashed deep in Audrey's emerald eyes. As a "mind reader," she clearly caught the subtle fluctuation in her father's emotions just now—he was lying.
Why did Dad lie to me? She couldn't understand it.
If there were truly abnormalities in the stock market, it could very well escalate into a massive financial crisis, causing immeasurable damage to the entire kingdom. But Dad seemed somewhat indifferent.
"Of course, why would your father lie to you?" Count Hall put down his teacup and replied with a smile.
As one of the most financially savvy members of the nobility, he could certainly see that there was something wrong behind the recent stock market surge, and there was a considerable probability that one or more forces were secretly manipulating the market.
But so what?
So many people are engrossed in this capitalist frenzy, how could he bear to spoil their fun?
Many conservative old nobles, in order to ride the wave of rising stocks and keep up with the trend, even went so far as to mortgage their family-inherited houses and land to obtain cash to invest in the stock market.
Many factory owners who are not good at finance also want to make a quick buck, so they mortgaged their factories to banks.
As a banker, he was happy to provide loans to these people, and would even "kindly" guide them on investment decisions behind the scenes.
He could have used this storm, stirred up by others, to further weaken the conservatives and gain more wealth and business for the Hall family.
Even if the stock market crash eventually explodes, it won't affect him. He's just an innocent banker who kindly provided loans to others.
But to say he did nothing wouldn't be accurate either. Earl Hall had already revealed some plans to his eldest son, Hilbert, instructing him to prepare in advance within the government. He intended for Hilbert to quickly step forward after the crisis erupted, spearhead the formulation of relevant policies, clean up the mess, and seize the opportunity to gain valuable political capital for the entire family, as well as for himself.
This is an excellent opportunity that offers multiple benefits.
As for the potential impact—who cares?
"Meow~ Is this your home?"
Looking at the magnificent, palatial residence before her, the usually confident Laki suddenly felt incredibly unsophisticated.
"Mmm." Susie stuck out her tongue, her face full of pride.
"Meow—" Laki let out a low, envious meow.
To gain more wealth and real businesses.
Even if the stock market crash eventually explodes, it won't affect him. He's just an innocent banker who kindly provided loans to others.
But to say he did nothing wouldn't be accurate either. Earl Hall had already revealed some plans to his eldest son, Hilbert, instructing him to prepare in advance within the government. He intended for Hilbert to quickly step forward after the crisis erupted, spearhead the formulation of relevant policies, clean up the mess, and seize the opportunity to gain valuable political capital for the entire family, as well as for himself.
This is an excellent opportunity that offers multiple benefits.
As for the potential impact—who cares?
"Meow~ Is this your home?"
Looking at the magnificent, palatial residence before her, the usually confident Laki suddenly felt incredibly unsophisticated.
"Mmm." Susie stuck out her tongue, her face full of pride.
"Meow—" Laki let out a low, envious meow.
It's just a dog, how come it lives so well!