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Chapter 30 The All-Powerful Noblewoman (Seeking monthly votes and continued reading)

Mr. Walter was surprised by Chen Lai's answer. He had not expected that a poor boy could have such an understanding of the African colonies thousands of miles away.

“You see, Father, I told you long ago that Mr. York is a learned man!”

Lorena quickly said a few good words for Chen, as she knew her father's character very well.

At the same time, she lightly kicked Chen Lai under the table with her calf, the meaning of which was unclear.

"It seems you know Algeria very well... Mr. Yorke, would you be interested in becoming a correspondent for Le France Life?"

Walter put down his knife and fork, looked at Chen Lai, and gestured to the waiter to pour Chen Lai some Johannesburg wine.

Chen Lai hesitated for a moment, then contacted Jue Xiong Hu through his friends list and asked him if he had found a job.

"Why ask that? I can wander!" The Ferocious Tiger stood in front of the Holy Trinity Church, putting on a great show for the viewers in the live stream.

Chen Lai understood. At the dinner table, he looked at Walter and said, "I am satisfied with my current job. As for the journalism job you mentioned, I would like to introduce you to someone."

"He has a lot of insight into Algeria, and what I just said was just parroting what he said."

"There are experts like this? Is he in Paris now?" Mr. Walter nodded repeatedly.

“Of course, if you are interested, I can have him visit your newspaper office tomorrow,” Chen Lai replied with a smile.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, Zhang Longmai's identity was that of a reporter for the French newspaper "La Vie de France".

That's great! With the two of them working at the newspaper and having access to a wide range of information, all I need to do is practice my fencing at the fencing hall and flirt with the ladies... Anyway, everyone gets together every week to share information.

The rest of the time, Walter and his old friend Durova caught up. Durova's voice was always loud, trying to attract Lorena's attention, but her attention was entirely on Chen Lai, and she didn't even look at him.

Even Madame Walter, that extremely voluptuous and beautiful noblewoman, focused more of her attention on Chen Lai than on Duroy.

How could this be allowed? Duroy came to Paris with the intention of seducing Madame Walter, a woman who was incredibly powerful and capable of making anything she wanted. She was Walter's biggest assistant in becoming the owner of the French newspaper, Life in France!
She had changed her body and entered the body of a handsome man named "Duroy" in the hope of using the "old comrade-in-arms relationship" of this body to leave a good impression on Mrs. Walter... but all of this was ruined by Chen Lai, an outsider!
"Have you finished eating?" A maid standing nearby asked with concern, looking at Duroy who seemed to be gritting his teeth.

"Okay." Duroy quickly composed himself and awkwardly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

After the dinner party, the guests and hosts had a pleasant time. The carriage stopped in front of the residence, and Mr. Walter saw Duroy and Chen out.

"Please make sure that insightful friend comes to the newspaper office before 2 p.m. tomorrow and tells the receptionist that he has an appointment with me."

Walter was clearly concerned about this matter, and it was evident that he was quite tormented by what the political commentary column should write about.

“I will, Mr. Walter.” Chen Lai nodded, then gave a slight nod to Duroy before getting into the carriage. “These young people nowadays.” Only Walter and Duroy remained on the street. Walter shook his head and sighed.
"Just because my daughter has a crush on him, I have to entertain this poor kid. God... thankfully he's not a completely useless idiot, otherwise I would have kicked him out!"

“Don’t say that,” Duroy said thoughtfully. “At least he’s a handsome man. Otherwise, why would your wife and daughter keep glancing at his chest?”

"Come on, that's just how women are, they always like younger, prettier, and stronger ones! But you're right, he is indeed a handsome friend."

Walter stomped his foot on the ground, as if trying to prove that he was still young and strong, but his cough in the evening breeze betrayed his weakness.

"Well then, goodbye, old comrade. If I have the chance, I'll definitely invite you to the Mussar Ballroom for some fun." Walter turned and went upstairs.

The two said goodbye, and Walter walked upstairs coughing as he went, only to find his wife holding a bowl of almond milk. His throat was sore from coughing, and a bowl of it would be just right for him.

"Thank you, that's so thoughtful, my sweetheart." He took the bowl, panting as he drank it all in one gulp, but his body suddenly stiffened and his eyes became lifeless.

At this moment, Mrs. Walter's eyes gleamed with a silver light as she carefully counted the silver strands in her husband's hair, and she couldn't help but sigh:
"Another husband is going to die! At this rate, when will I ever finish digesting my potion!"

"Where in Paris are there so many 'married men of marriageable age'? Damn it!"

A malicious expression appeared on her beautiful face, and as she cursed, Mr. Walter instinctively tried to strangle himself—probably because his master had given the "damn it" command.

After pausing for a moment with a mixture of emotions on her face, she seemed to have thought of something. She went into her daughter's room, looked at her equally bewildered daughter, and handed her a full bottle of almond milk.

“Tell me.”

“Tell me…” Lorena began to speak.

"I want to give the almond milk to Coach York at the fencing hall, and I want to see him drink it in person. Then I'll bring him home, preferably in the afternoon," Mrs. Walter instructed her daughter.

“I want to… I don’t want to.” Lorena was about to say what her mother ordered, but for some reason, a struggle appeared on her face, and she finally said “I don’t want to.”

Mrs. Walter was stunned, a terrifying expression appearing on her face: "You truly love him? You little slut, the true love of digesting potions!"

She stepped forward and grabbed her daughter's neck, her grip tightening. She truly hated her daughter. Ever since drinking the [Lady Almond Dew] potion, she had been yearning to digest the potion and advance to the next level, but the conditions for digestion were too demanding!
Her first husband lived for three years, but his true love for her lasted less than a month. No matter how hard she tried to play the role of "wife," the progress of digesting the potion was negligible.

Her second husband was even more short-lived, living only one year and three months. He helped her digest a quarter of the potion and left her an inheritance of 200,000 francs and a manor.

The third was Mr. Walter. They were married for more than five years. In order to play the role of a good wife, she helped him polish his manuscripts, used almond milk to control the guests, and helped him rise to the top. But the stingy Jew only loved money and had no real love for her!
She was jealous of her daughter's true love, because it was the key to digesting the potion and breaking the almond syrup. If her daughter had shared more of her true love with her, she would have already advanced to the next level!

(End of this chapter)