Remarried Empress – Chapter 298. An artificial hill . (2)
Soon after, Jo Anderson came with a small, thick notebook and pen in one hand.
It was a face that wondered if the chairman of Bear's Chamber of Commerce would call him. Normally, it would have been right.
"Welcome."
The chairman pointed his finger at the chair beyond the desk. Joenson sat there alternately looking at the chair with a sour look on his face.
"I heard you were looking for me."
"Your face is very damaged."
"I was busy."
"Have you been busy looking for articles insulting the Empress Rasta?"
Joenson's hand, which was quietly opening his notebook, stopped. He fiddled with the paper and smiled lightly and covered his notebook. However, the eyes he lifted were hideous and fierce.
"So you're a big supporter of Queen Rasta? I heard you had a very good relationship."
As soon as he saw the expression, the chairman could see that he had found the right person. But….
"Be more rational."
For some reason, Jo Anderson was very awake now.
Jo Anderson tilted his head as if he was dumbfounded by the chairman's firm words. I could see the force applied to the hand holding the pen stand from afar.
"You don't need a stupid journalist who sees the enemy as soon as you meet him. If you're a journalist who can't even tell the difference between an enemy and an enemy, it's all the more useless. Get out."
Watching the scene, the chairman spoke coldly and rang the bell on his desk.
As soon as the secretary came in, the chairman said, 'The guest is leaving.' Then, he turned his chair to take out the newspaper as if he was not interested in Joenson at all.
The secretary pulled Joanne's arm.
"Go back."
What's the point of calling someone in? Jo Anderson was speechless at the moment when the chairman' Are you playing with something about writing a bad article about Queen Rasta?
After snorting, Jo andson jumped up and followed the secretary out the door. But after three steps, he came back and apologized in a chair.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think too much."
He had finally figured out the strange nuance that was contained in the chairman's words.
You can't tell if it's an enemy or an ally? The majority of people who used this word were not the enemy. Or someone who wants to be a ally.
After his brother disappeared, his reason, which had been buried in all kinds of negative and violent emotions, rose slightly up and informed him of his existence. It was just the right timing.
"Not very stupid."
The chairman snorted and turned the chair to the side. The secretary closed the door again sensibly.
Joanson unfolded her notebook back, put it down on her lap, and looked at the chairman with hot eyes.
The chairman told the story of the shortcomings of Queen Rasta, and then said, "I am not an enemy." It was clear that the chairman's story was related to Empress Rasta.
"The Queen Rasta said on her wedding day that she would use all 20 million kurt notes for donations. Do you remember?"
As expected, the name of Queen Rasta came out of the president's mouth.
The corners of Joenson's mouth twisted up.
"How can you not remember? I've been praising him all week for it. It was the first and last great thing he's ever done."
"The bill, do you know whose it belongs to?"
Joanson's expression stopped. To ask that kind of question….
"It's not Queen Rasta's bill."
The expression then turned into a cold sneer.
"The Emperor must have wanted to give his wife the upper hand?"
"I'm afraid the Emperor's bill hasn't diminished."
"…."
Jo Anderson, who blinked his eyes, belatedly understood what he said and stood up in a frightful surprise. The chair went backward with a bang.
"No way…!"
"It was the bill of the butterfly empress."
"Such… such nonsense!"
The chairman told him what he had learned all night. Joanson heard the whole story with trembling hands, and was stunned to hear that Rasta had used the bill in front of the empress on the butterfly on the wedding day.
Unlike the chairman, Joenson had no feelings for the empress at the butterfly. He believed that the empress was good at work because she benefited from the status system, and when Rasta appeared as a government, he did not understand people sympathizing with the empress.
Empress Butterfly, who was born in a good house, ate well, lived well, and peaked in power. All she didn't have is her husband's affection. It was ridiculous for those who had to figure out how to make a living tomorrow to worry about the empress in butterflies.
He was more pitiful to the government of Rasta, who would have gone through all kinds of hardships to get there than the Empress of Navi.
Even after the government, the nobles will laugh and the empress will be cold, and the butterflies will feel sorry for the empress? I thought it was ridiculous.
Afterwards, the divorce suffered a little bit, but the Queen of Navier eventually remarried again to the king of the neighboring country. What kind of luck does a person have to live a peaceful life like that, Jo Anderson even thought so.
But the money that Queen Rasta spent showing off was the butterfly's money? You were even praised for using that money in front of the Queen's nose in butterflies?
Joenson was stunned and speechless. The world he had known only from common sense seemed to have flipped over.
As surprised that Queen Rasta, the light and hope of the common people, was related to her brother's disappearance, it was surprising that the cold butterfly of the aristocrat from the bottom of her bones was holding back while watching Queen Rasta's journey.
"This is… this is really…."
The chairman gave a cold order.
"Write this as an article. We don't know what kind of retaliation there might be in the royal court, so it's not completely definite, but it's only enough to raise questions."
Though he was briefly immersed in a futile mood as he recalled the pain of the empress, the chairman was a thorough calculator.
It was never an emotional result for him to call in Joenson and give these instructions.
Trust. Because he had lost faith in Queen Rasta, and he had foreseen what was going to happen to Queen Rasta and decided to withdraw.
"And make sure that Lord Bear and Empress Rasta have nothing to do with it. Draw a line."
The next day, Rasta drank a glass of cold water as soon as he woke up. I felt heavier than usual.
As I sat helplessly in the chair, the maidens combed my hair and washed my face with a soft cloth. While they smoothed their hair, Rasta read a newspaper from another maid.
The maid looked very strange when she handed the newspaper, but Rasta didn't think much. I just thought there would be some interesting news.
After a while, Rasta's hands trembled while reading the newspaper. The convulsions gradually spread throughout the body
His Majesty the Empress?
The maid, who was trimming her hair, leaned down in surprise. Rasta's face was white.
"Your Majesty the Empress!"
"The ship… …the ship…."
The newspaper Rasta was holding fell to the floor.
The maid's eyes turned to the article that raised suspicions about the Queen's bill. She opened her eyes wide for a moment, but when Rasta's body tilted, she took her eyes off the newspaper and accepted Rasta.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Rasta's scream seemed to come from the bottom of that deep cave. She scraped all her strength out and collapsed completely. My face was damp with cold sweat.
"The palace, the palace! Bring the court!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is giving birth!"