Why it never ends

Chapter 242 Dissent
During the second half of the whole incident, Hesta stood silently watching in a corner of the living room.

She handed over all the work of arranging the entire processing process to Victoria, and she stepped aside to silently observe the specific handling of Victoria - which things Victoria sorted out carefully, and which details she chose Let go of it in a big way...

Hesta knew there would be some PR tricks involved—something she wasn't familiar with yet.

When the crowd dispersed, Hesta himself was about to go back to his room to rest, when a voice suddenly called out, "Miss Eureka."

Hesta turned around and saw a slender man walking towards him holding a glass of wine.

He was wearing a mask and was tall, almost on par with Hesta—however, because of his slightly slumped figure, he was still a few centimeters shorter than Hesta.

The skin of the person in front of him is better than snow, and only the part below the eyes and nose is exposed on the whole face. Behind the mask, a pair of deep and beautiful blue eyes are looking at Hesta, and the two thin lips are pursed into an arc.

"...are you?" Hesta asked.

"I'm a friend of the Viscount," the man said softly, like an actor, "You can call me... Gray."

"What's up?"

"Nothing important," Gray took out a business card of his own from his suit, "I just want to get to know you."

Hesta took the business card, glanced at the name and identity on it, and then looked at Gray's face.

"It may be presumptuous to say so, but the moment you walked out of the study, it reminds me of the Valkyrie in mythology. There is a kind of... indescribable beauty."

Hesta did not return the compliment, but just gazed into the man's eyes.The four eyes met for a long time, Gray was a little flattered, and quickly smiled and exchanged a few words with Hesta, but Hesta remained silent, as if he didn't hear at all.

"Miss Eureka?"

"...excuse me, where do you live?"

"It's in this manor... 500 meters to the east from here, there is a house over there, specially arranged for me by the viscount." Gray smiled, "If you are free, you can also come and sit with me Sit, I just came back from District [-], and I have acquired many rare treasures, and I would like to appreciate them with Miss Eureka."

"Okay." Hesta put away his business card, "I will definitely visit some other day."

Gray nodded to Hesta in salute, turned and left.

Looking at the back of Gray leaving, Hesta couldn't help frowning—the blue eyes really made her a little concerned, they were extremely beautiful, pure and bright, like two sapphires, but Hesta always felt that they were a little bit Familiar with……

Is it because he also has blue eyes?

……

Early the next morning, Hesta woke up early.

When dawn was approaching, she had many chaotic dreams again, about running, survival, killing, backlash... Those pictures were very clear when she just opened her eyes, but they disappeared quickly. When she went out and went downstairs, Those unpleasant scenes seemed to have completely disappeared from her memory.

There are about ten people having breakfast in the hall on the first floor at the moment. There is a row of horizontal tables against the wall, with some ham, cheese, egg custard and salad on them. Two chefs in uniform are standing by the simple operation table. , ready to respond to the temporary requests of the guests at any time.

Hesta saw Calvin at a glance. He looked a little tired, and there was a circle of black and blue under his eyes, which showed that he probably didn't sleep well last night.Seeing each other at this moment, both of them felt a little embarrassed, but they still nodded and greeted each other when they passed by.

Hesta picked up some food at random, and sat next to Victoria. Tanglar was diagonally opposite them.

He was full of wine and food, wiped the corners of his oily mouth with a napkin, then casually reached out and pulled the tie, while the butler handed over today's newspaper in a timely manner.

Every page of the newspaper has been ironed in advance by the servants. In the past, this operation was originally to prevent the ink on the newspaper from getting on the hands of the people. Today, with the continuous iteration of printing technology, this problem has long since disappeared.

But Tanglar likes the warm feel of the paper after being ironed with an iron, so he kept ordering this.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Tanglar said suddenly.

However, no one at the table paid attention to him.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Victoria couldn't bear to glance at him, "...what did you see?"

"Look, look at the recent chaos, there is no peace everywhere," Tanglar patted the newspaper with the back of his hand, "Have you heard of the famous barrister Campbell in the third district?"

"I have a little impression, that firm Abolitionist, right?"

"What a man!" Danglar said in a sad voice, "now there are a bunch of reporters who have heard some rumors from somewhere and started digging up his scandals, slandering him for accepting bribes over the years. I will defend the defendant's innocence—rumours! They are all rumors!"

Hesta also glanced at Tanglar, "How do you know it's a rumor?"

"Of course I know. In the past few years, several of my friends' cases were handled by Lawyer Campbell. I also had contact with Lawyer Campbell himself. — especially red wine, I’ve been to his winery! These reporters are stupefied... They are nothing more than shameful people, and when they see someone standing tall, they want to pull him down, it’s disgusting!"

Victoria raised her eyebrows and snorted softly, "Your Excellency has so many friends."

"Naturally." Tanglar adjusted his collar again, "...Your name is Victoria, I remember correctly, right?"

"uh-huh."

"I know that you mercury needles have always had your own style of handling things, but sometimes you are willing to listen to outside advice, right? No matter how powerful a person is, he needs to listen to outside advice, otherwise—"

Victoria laughed, "You have something to say, just say it."

"I think you guys still don't know how to deal with public opinion, especially in livable places. In this regard, you really need some experienced people to guide you."

"Hmm." Victoria nodded again, "Please advise."

"For example, how could you deal with the saints last night in front of all the guests? Everyone heard the sound of Eureka beating the saints—isn't this damaging your image?"

Victoria raised her hands and clapped her hands. She looked at Hesta, "I also forgot about this yesterday, and you will have to make up a review later. There is no word count requirement, but the tone must be sincere."

"Ok."

"Is that right?" Tanglar curled his lips, "To be honest, your handling is a bit too honest, the saints are mercury needles no matter what, and in front of outsiders, their own scandals still have to be dealt with." Keep it hidden, you can't shake everything out."

"Why do you hide... How is this a scandal?" Endai frowned, "Although the saints are mercury needles, Euraika is also a mercury needle."

(End of this chapter)