83 Essence of Investment (3)

The Dionne of the night was as beautiful as ever.

He wore a lace dress mixed with silver and wore a pearl ornament on his hoisted gray hair. Earrings were also pearls. With very light make-up, the color of cherry blossoms came out on my cheeks and lips.

I don't know much about fashion, but I soon knew Dione was well-dressed. When I walked down the street, not only men but also women looked at Dionne as if they were bewitched.

"As long as you're dressed up like this, why are you doing this to me?".’

An hour and a half before the party began, Dionne, who even sang the hotel's female salary, embarked on the "Cleio Asher Human Making" project.

Returning the title to "The Master" in front of others, she groomed Clayo from head to toe with a strict attitude.

The shirt collar was too tight to glue, and the vest was more stuffy than the school uniform.

Clay was fed up with the uncomfortable clothes he had never worn before, but the ladies ignored his protest and listened only to Dione.

"You don't know how desperately you've asked the tailor to complete even one dinner suit by express. I tried hard to make it without a Gabon."

"…didn't you decide to quit being a 'personal teacher'

If you're a private teacher, you don't have to be this mean. But my 'partner' can't stand in front of others like that."

At last the hour of trouble was over, and Dionne put the top hat on it.

The women's ranks poured praise on Dionne's achievements'

"That's Lady Dionne's eye. You've become like someone else.”

"You've transformed into a nice gentleman!"

Clayo, who was attracted to the mirror by women, was also quite surprised.

'…how can this be possible…?’

He looked like a young businessman as he supplemented his poor body shape with well-cut clothes and handed over his hair.

Though much younger and smaller in physique, he looked more like Gideon Asher.

Dionne, who was looking in the mirror with Clayo, was still thinking about what was missing.

"Lady Dionne, isn't this enough….”

"Well, there's still something missing. Oh, Raphel Flower! You forgot that!”

What the hell is that?.’

Dione, who walked to the vase of the table, snapped a white flower and put it in Clayo's lapel.

There was a slight smell of perfume and powder on the back of the neck bent from planting flowers. I was tickled to see the fluffy distance.

"That's enough. At this point, anyone will think of you as the right conversation.”

"Do you have to do everything like this in this country to do business?”

"To make a good business. You picked a really good partner. I'm an expert on this.”

"Sigh…."

"In addition, the popularity of reason becomes a personal connection and a weapon when used well."

"I don't think that's what I'm going to do."

"Oh, my God. It's hard to think that all girls like handsome boys who are trained like sculptures. There is a steady demand for a type like you. I believe this Dione, who made his social debut at the age of 16 and swept the capital."

'I'm sure this woman has a strange taste in men. They used to praise Gideon Asher for his love... A human being who has been born, but whose blood is likely to be cold."

"Well, how much can you dance?”

"Dance? What kind of dance are you talking about?”

"Is there anything else you can do at the dance? Ballroom dance."

"I can't dance. I haven't learned."

"…oh, I'm going crazy. How could you do that?"

The softened atmosphere was shattered at once. Dionne, who looked like she was swindled, lamented the whole way down to the hall.

The banquet did not begin until after nine o'clock.

The hall was filled with colorful women and men in lotus garb. As Dionne led, he greeted the people and mastered the atmosphere by talking in a nutritious way.

When Clayo became somewhat accustomed to the party, Dionne disappeared into the center of the hall, attracted by the hands of his callers.

Clayo, who was left alone, picked up a glass of champagne and examined the chairman.

At that time, a familiar voice was heard over the shallowly laid band's performance.

It was a cello.

"You've come, Clayo! It's an honor to accept your invitation!"

"I am the one. Thank you for setting up a good table."

"I can't believe I'm wearing men's clothes in this place."’

In a creamy Yeonmi uniform, Celeste looked like an old Hollywood actor who was loved by the youngest editor.

When I turned my head over, the dot on my right cheekbone stood out, so there was a mature and dangerous atmosphere.

"Ray!"

"Hey, Ray! It's pretty cool today."

"You look like an adult."

I was overwhelmed by the excessive presence of the cello. There were also Angelium sisters on both sides of her.

"Lippy, Leticia. You guys are all pretty."

The sisters were dressed in dresses with luffles in a low waistline and generous suit. It looked like a wedding flower with a flower crown on it, and it was very lovely.

The sisters ran and pulled their arms. Although they were cute on the outside, Clayo couldn't help himself from his sister, who had learned the sword since she was four years old.

"Oh... I can't beat these guys."

"Girls, let go of Clayo. It's been a long time since I've dressed up, but my clothes crumpled.”

"Oh, sorry."

"I'm sorry!"

"I've got sherbet and pudding over there, so can you taste it?”

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

Cell, who returned the twins' attention to sweets, continued.

"Huyu-woo, I've been raving about Lady Dione, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. You're so good. We have to give a prize to the person who brings out your potential from your appearance to this point."

"Be aware that if you say that with your face, it sounds like you're making fun of people."

"Ha-ha, you're dressed up like a million bucks, and you're trying to compare yourself to me who never misses a popular spot among young people? There's a cute part, Clayo!"

Clay had nothing to say, so he took a sip of champagne. As Rachel affirmed, the taste of alcohol was the best.

"I heard about Trinity auction house during the day. You weren't here to play, were you?”

"That's what happened."

"What the hell, Novantes has turned upside down. When you first won the bid, Mrs. Silleum, who was with you, was constantly spreading rumors."

"I guess the lady who was talking about the rip-off behind the scenes was Mrs. Sileum. Should I say thank you for promoting it for free.'

"Thanks to you, all the people gathered today are talking about you. You're still glancing at us.”

"I'll look at you."

There was a whisper of "the second son of Baron Asher" and "an attitude and spirit that was not as old."

"How can you judge a person in front of you? Is this social? By the way.'

If you've thrown the bait, the right fish should ask, even if you've got a lot of talk.

Clayo, who quickly finished his long glass of champagne, just picked up a new one with an uninspiring face.

"So, my mom wants to see you."

"That's an honor, isn't it?

Clayo's corners of mouth, which were hidden in the glass, rose lightly.

It was a big fish that I was waiting for.

The biggest resource Chelestes has gained from becoming a classmate is the contact with Catarina.

"I've been swayed a lot by the author, so if it's a resource I can reach, it'll pay for it. Things are going to turn upside down somewhere, so I'll hurry up too.’

"Glory. Yeah, it's not easy to kiss my mom's back. Look, you're surrounded by courtship.”

A woman was moving a few meters ahead, admiring and pleading with young and old men.

'In light of the manuscript, I'd be in my late 40s. It doesn't look like that at all.’

Catarina put up her navy blue hair like that of Chelsea and put in dozens of diamond hair decorations.

The clear silver eyes and diamonds seemed to reflect light on each other.

She saw Clay, like a mythological monster, as if she could harden a man with a stone if she encountered him. Before I knew it, the men separated one by one from her.

"You're Clayo, a friend of Rachel's. How's your father doing?”

"Hello, this is Clayo Asher. I've heard that your father is free."

"Hooray."

His remarks pushed his father far away. With his fingers under his chin, Katarina tilted her head a little. The search has begun.

Clayo consciously straightened his back. Both feet were firmly set and the jaw was pushed in a little.

From here, it was a real match.

We need to finish the work well today so that the final plan can be successful.

The balcony, which closed the door and hung the curtains, was originally a place for lovers to have a secret meeting, but the conversation between Catarina and Clayo was dry.

To Catarina, Clayo Asher was only seen as a young boy in the first few seconds.

I knew it from the moment I said hello. He wasn't just a child who did something funny.

She was now overpowering Clayo with her smile on her face.

The chairman of the royal advisory committee also hugged his back as if he was dozing off in front of Qatarina's momentum, but the boy, who couldn't even hold the sword properly, was not pushed back and kept his eyes straight.

"The development of the capital will change. You have to choose the site for the new hotel from the east."

"Say more."

"It's especially true if you're in the latest hotel you're focusing on, where you can get business meetings and guests."

"The only area on the east coast is the Scholar district where the Capital Defense Corps is located. There's no station, there's a complicated compartment, there's a tangled ownership relationship. Is there any reason to build a luxury hotel for businessmen?”

"Was the facts right now, in the past? Will that be the case now, in the future?"

"I suppose so, but there's no truth in it. I don't want to waste my time listening to speculative predictions."

After drinking all the champagne left, Katarina put her glass down on the railing. Now that the time was over, I meant to say the conclusion.

"We can build train stations anywhere. As long as it goes beyond difficulties."

Catarina's forehead is cracked. She was also a businessman with a thick pipe between the government and the royal family. I didn't hear such news on any channel.

"Maybe, is this from Baron Asher?”

"No, it has nothing to do with my father. I want you to know that I have a completely different purpose and direction from him."

"Then what do I have to look at and believe in such absurd claims? Clayo, you're just a student."

"Prince Melchior became a prince when he was seventeen. Was he not good enough?"

I chose an answer that sounds as provocative as possible. Catarina appreciates her bold and adventurous personality...Because it was written in the manuscript.

In fact, I was so nervous that my back was itchy. Whenever the movement seemed to be stiff, he thought of Behemoth's fluffy belly and scattered the tension.

Catarina Thangpet de Negee never did business with her first-time acquaintance, a pseudonymist. This is because aristocrats have been working on their businesses with close connections.

He had to have his face painted even if he was photographed as an impudent young man. Otherwise, he would not have signed a 17-year-old boy whom he had never met before.

'Let's wait and see how long she'll be gone. I know it sounds like a phony trying to encourage investment, but I didn't want to show off like this.’

However, it was not possible to leak all the specific information. That's unlikely, but if Catarina gets advice from people around her, things will go wrong.

"Do you have any grounds?”

"It's about to come out. You'll know better than I do that if there's news in the paper, it'll be late. I'd advise you to keep an eye on the Mining Bureau's investigation, although I can't tell you from now on."

Mining Bureau, east side of the Tempus River, train station. Suddenly, Catarina's head began to spin quickly on a given keyword.

"If you find a valid reason for what you say, I'll make sure to add a note."

"We'll see you again soon. I would like to make a mutually beneficial deal with you in advance."

Clay, as he learned from Dione, kissed the back of Catarina's hand. The tip of my hand was cold as a matter of courtesy.

When Dionne returned to her room and heard the conversation, she laughed and enjoyed it.

"You've got something to believe, so you've been baiting a hundred-year-old Qatarina, right?"