Operation Red Book

Chapter 207 Definition of Charity 2

"This is indeed not a simple birthday party."

"There are numerous intricate interests among the nobles. It is no exaggeration to say that I am in a high position, at the center of the silk web, so this fragile web must become stable."

Mrs. Emerson turned sideways toward Ivy and walked slowly across the room with her head held high. She walked briskly and looked very proud.

"Since ancient times, the class divisions have been clear, and the nobles and the common people have no contact at all. The nobles enjoy privileges and wealth, while the common people lack security and hope."

“So a new phenomenon has emerged in society – charity, which breaks through the thick walls between classes and builds a friendly bridge over the turbulent river.”

"As long as the nobles give a little money from their fingers, they can greatly satisfy their sense of gain. The common people only need to kneel quietly, stretch out their dirty hands covered with dirt and bacteria, and wait for the heavy gold coins to fall into their palms."

"Charity is a really good word. My tombstone will definitely be engraved with this word after I die."

"With a little acting, a little pen and ink, and some insignificant profits, I will soon win back the chair that belongs to me in the upper world."

"This is a very simple formula. Oh, it's very simple... It has been passed down from generation to generation and has long become the rule by which this world operates."

Mrs. Emerson took a sip of the tea on the table and looked at Ivy with a cold look.

"I also know someone in a newspaper...you..." Ivy's voice began to tremble again.

"Ha!" Mrs. Emerson uttered a sarcastic sneer.

"Who are you? Who am I? What can you compare me with?"

"I am Lady Emerson, the spokesperson for the nobility. It is no exaggeration to say that in Britain, whether commoners or nobles, they are more willing to pay attention to the Duchess who has made a comeback. No one will even look at a beggar from the East."

"There are still people in the UK who care about me... At least, at least I can get their help..."

Ivy's voice became smaller and smaller, and she couldn't even hear what she was saying.

"How ridiculous, really ridiculous! Hahahahahahahaha! It's good to be young. You always think that the people around you are angels sent by God!"

"I must tell you that everyone in this manor has a secret in their heart. Those who can accept the invitation to the manor's banquet all have something to ask of me. As for the rest... they are not worthy yet."

"The domination of desire is terrible. I advise you to give up those fatal straws as soon as possible."

Ivy inexplicably felt like crying. The words the store manager said in the tent flashed through her mind, bubbling up like boiling water.

She looked out the window and saw the rain hitting the transparent glass, making crackling sounds.

The noise of wind blowing through the tent rang in my ears again, and a bone-chilling chill penetrated my heart, as if the surroundings were not solid brick walls but open grass covered with frost.

"Thank you for bringing these children. After all, seeing is believing, and the reporter's description will be more realistic... But I didn't call you here to talk about this matter."

Mrs. Emerson walked slowly towards Ivy, and every step she took hit Ivy's heart, leaving behind a trail of blood-red footprints.

The distance between the two was less than a foot, and the lady's mouth drooped completely.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Ivy, with a serious look in her eyes, like a statue standing tall.

"bring here."

Ivy was trembling a little, her pupils were trembling, and her limbs seemed to be frozen and she couldn't move an inch.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a second, and Ivy saw a trace of anger in Mrs. Emerson's eyes.

She reached forward and ripped off a jade bead from Ivy's collar.

The jade beads were crystal clear, emitting a soft glow under the light, and even when placed next to the lady's gloomy face, it did not affect its dazzling brilliance at all.

Strangely, the moment Yuzhu left, the pain and depression that had not been seen for a long time invaded Ivy's heart again. Her face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"The Hetian jade pendant is a birthday gift I gave to Count Vincent Waite. Why is it with you?"

Faced with the lady's accusations, Ivy felt flustered and confused. She did not notice Yuzhu's existence, nor did she want to answer about her relationship with Count Vincent Waite.

"hehe!"

The sneer was as sharp as an arrow. Ivy swore that it was the most unbearable sarcasm she had ever heard in the world.

"That's why I called you here. I've been seeing you all day long. Your presence makes me feel sick."