Chapter 385 - 150: The Scythe of Vengeance
"Xiao Xue," Viscount Orleans dared not enter the Olson’s cabin to find Wen Maixue, he could only wander beside Wen Maixue’s cabin. Our precious young viscount has never endured such bitter cold in his life, but the moment he thinks of his goddess Wen Maixue, he can tolerate any hardship.
An hour later, Wen Maixue walked out of Olson’s house with flushed cheeks. She had just walked into the small cabin on the lower steps when Viscount Orleans caught up with her.
"Xuexue, I missed you so painfully," Viscount Orleans could no longer control his words and actions, his Xuexue actually agreed to her father’s proposal, and in some time, she would marry his father.
"Viscount Orleans, what are you doing?" Wen Maixue struggled a bit, she didn’t use her full strength, so as they backed up and conceded, both entered her cabin, "Show some respect, I am going to be your mother soon." She pulled her hand away from Viscount Orleans, her tone stern and reproachful.
"Xuexue, you cannot marry him," Viscount Orleans’s heart was in turmoil, the only woman he ever loved, was actually taken away by his own biological father.
"Why can’t I marry him? You are just a viscount, your father is an earl, he is wealthy, righteous, and knows how to charm," Wen Maixue put on the facade of a gold-digging woman.
Yet none of these scared Viscount Orleans away; useless on the business field, he was daring enough to be a pioneer on the battlefield of love.
"You’ve been deceived, father he... Olson is a shameless villain," Olson, blinded by love, spoke without thinking, "He drove my mother to her death, he even lusts after his own sister-in-law." The fact that Olson liked Tina, even Mussen did not know.
Olson was enchanted by Tina’s Eastern beauty, which is why he fell for Wen Maixue. In his room, there was a lifelike wax figure of Tina. Every night, Olson would bizarrely cuddle with that wax figure, treating it as Tina.
"You are slandering," Wen Maixue cried out in disbelief, her eyes wide and her head frantically shaking, refusing to believe any of it. But the smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her; she was just hoping that this fool Viscount Orleans would say more, say more things that could destroy everything Olson had painstakingly built.
On the desk in Wen Maixue’s cabin, there was a miniature tape recorder left aside, prepared for recording Olson’s words.
Cautious and careful not to get drunk, Olson seldom gave Wen Maixue many opportunities, but unexpectedly, with Viscount Orleans’s arrival in one day, the tape recorder proved useful.
"How could I deceive you, Xiao Xue, for you, I can almost give up all the estates of the Olson family," Viscount Orleans confessed his love.
"Yet, I do not want you to have nothing," tears welled up in Wen Maixue’s eyes, she seemed terrified.
Viscount Orleans knew, while this beautiful woman was still hesitating, he had to say something more important, "Xiao Xue, I tell you, he is not only a lecherous man, but he has also killed. You don’t know, even my own cousin was murdered by someone he paid. He is not any earl; his title of earl is stained with blood." Viscount Orleans had not considered if his vile father was not an earl, then he would not have been the respected Viscount Orleans.
"Stop talking," Wen Maixue shook her head, she forcibly pushed Viscount Orleans out of the cabin, during the moment his words had flowed too freely, Wen Maixue keenly noticed that the cabin’s window was slightly opened, and a shining object outside the window glinted.
After entertaining this father and son duo for a day, I was already exhausted. Right after Wen Maixue kicked Orleans out, she immediately opened the window.
Pello jumped in from outside the window, and seeing some snow accumulated on him, Wen Maixue extended her hand to brush it off, inwardly complaining that Orleans was rather annoying.
"Thank you for your efforts," Pello said as he switched off the mini recorder and pulled out a tiny chip.
"It’s not hard, compared to dealing with the capricious Su Ziceng, I had it pretty easy," Wen Maixue hugged Pello, smelling the fresh scent on him.
Pello didn’t say much, just comforted by holding Wen Maixue for a while, "Everything is going smoothly, in a few days, you won’t have to deal with these people anymore."
"Do you really want to help Su Ziceng secure that ZARA franchise?" Wen Maixue thought about how they appeared as lovers, although it was supposed to be Pello showing up as a secretary as previously discussed, it must have been Su Ziceng insisting on it.
"I’m not planning to intervene in this matter, it’s all up to her personal skills," After leaving Spain, Su Ziceng indeed organized all those ZARA plans by herself. She seems quite accustomed to working independently, who knows if this is a good sign or not.
"Place these pills in the wine that Olson frequently drinks," said Pello, as he took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket.
"What is this?" Wen Maixue curiously asked, looking at the white pills.
"A medication for treating schizophrenia, prescribed for patients, but it can easily induce hallucinations in normal people, such as seeing dead people or ghosts," said Pello. The medication was originally intended for Su Qingzhang, but from the current state of the Su Family, it appeared that Su Qingzhang’s good days were numbered even without these pills.
"Pello, after we’re done with this, let’s get married," Wen Maixue took the medicine, not agreeing immediately as she needed to ensure that her sacrifices would yield the appropriate rewards.
"Alright." Only after Pello agreed did Wen Maixue take the medicine back. "Over the next few days, I’m sure Su Ziceng will pester Olson about the franchise rights in Asia, and during this time, do provoke Orleans well; I want the father and son to ultimately turn against each other."
After Pello spoke, he released Wen Maixue and moved towards the window, looking at the wooden cabins buried under the snow. The lights were still on in Su Ziceng’s cabin; she hadn’t gone to sleep yet.
The snow outside kept getting heavier, the gaps between the mountains were completely filled and leveled.
Snow can indeed hide many dirty things, especially the snow in the Alps. But there will come a day when the snow melts, and he wanted to gradually reveal the dark truths buried under the snow for years, exposing to the world the hypocrisy hidden behind those ornate masks.
The Orleans father and son duo could never imagine that the child who died in the snow years ago, is now wielding a scythe, demanding accountability for everything that was owed from the past. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)