Chapter 31

Before Diana went to bed, the dormitory administrator sent an invitation to Harvey for dinner in the name of her fiance. Diana was very surprised at first. She had the impression that they had been engaged for more than three years. Harvey had never invited her to any banquet or dinner together. Why did she invite her to dinner now?

After reading the contents of the invitation, she sat in front of the desk with her hands in her arms, staring at the white paper on the desk for a long time before she wrote a reply. She had her own consideration.

"The content of the letter does not show the purpose, and it is just an opportunity to find out. It is hard to believe that the count of Monte Cristo is really his work."

White paper soon left a line of neat handwriting, which was more beautiful than mechanical printing.

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In this era, it is a troublesome thing to greet guests, especially when inviting guests to come. Some big mansions have to make preparations one week before inviting guests. First, they clean the house clean. The servants have to buy good food and clean up the dining tools carefully.

The attitude of greeting guests is equal to the weight of guests in the host's heart, which is a basic cultural etiquette.

Although Harvey cleaned up the house with a little miracle, Shirley, the only maid in the house, was busy from the morning. Take out the white tablecloth and cover it. There should be no wrinkles on the four corners. Use special cleaning liquid to clean every knife and fork until it can reflect her appearance like a mirror. The dishes and dining tools are placed very carefully. She seems to be a little busy.

To be honest, looking at Shirley's busy appearance, Harvey is not good at dealing with Diana, a beautiful and powerful woman. The average strong woman is OK. Pretending posture and sweet words can smooth away their dissatisfaction and easily achieve her own goal. Diana has different edges and corners from the average woman. She is smart enough to sharpen these edges and corners into sharp swords, which can easily pierce other people's false faces.

On the contrary, he hoped that his fiancee would be an ordinary noble vase, and he would give him 30 pieces of gold coins with sweet words.

In the evening, at the beginning of the Lantern Festival, Shirley brings plates of hot food to the table. From Harvey's point of view, it's not rich. Some of the cut roast duck, mashed potatoes, beans and broth make him less interested than Chinese food. When he misses the food in his hometown, a strange bell rings from the living room.

The last time I heard the bell, Harvey Adrian's old friend Jared visited, it would ring no more than one hand a year.

Harvey stands up and signals Shirley to continue to prepare dinner. He arranges his slim suit to make sure that his hair doesn't go wrong. Now he looks like a spiritual and cultured man.

"How about Shirley?" Harvey confirmed with Shirley for the last time.

Shirley, who is tidying the dishes, seldom shows a gentle smile: "an excellent young gentleman."

Harvey nodded his head and went to the door to open the door. The girl standing in front of Harvey was the same as before. She was still wearing a common school uniform. However, the traces of careful care could be seen in her soft golden curly hair and clear face. Her head was up, her eyes were straight, she looked at Harvey, then stepped back, her hands raised her skirt, bowed to salute, and her voice was cold: "good evening, Mr. Adrian."

"Good evening, Miss Cromwell. You look beautiful." Havira opens the door, grabs her catkin and kisses the back of her hand. In the past few years, the two met for no more than half an hour, which was no different from strangers. Harvey's face was smiling and his heart began to wallow over his embarrassing conversation.

——Damn, she wasn't herself or the type Harvey could deal with.

Invite her in for dinner. During the meal, Harvey would find some topics to talk about from time to time, similar to learning how to do it and what happened recently. All of them were dealt with in a flat manner.

They were almost full. Harvey wiped his mouth clean with a napkin. Seeing that Diana had put down her knife and fork, he organized her language and formally entered the topic: "Miss Cromwell, you must feel very confused. Although I am your fiance in name, the last time we met was in the library. It's just the degree of greeting, Why do I invite you to dinner now? "

Diana nodded her head and said frankly, "we really don't have a close relationship, but engagement is enough to be a reason to have dinner together. If there are other things, I'm willing to offer voluntary help from my standpoint."

Voluntary help, not beyond the scope of the obligation.

Harvey looked distressed: "I understand that Cromwell is one of the few people I can trust. I mean, I'm in a despicable competition. In order to get out of it, I have to ask for your help."

"The Leonard press solicitation." Diana was thoughtful.

"Do you remember?"

Diana's blue eyes were fixed on Harvey's eyes and asked seriously, "one of the published novels uses the background of Augustine kingdom which I once recommended to you. Please forgive my rude question. Is the count of Monte Cristo your novel?"

Harvey looked surprised: "Oh, I'm very honored that you know the name of the novel."

"Of course, it's an excellent novel, and I'm also attracted by its content. It's just a little hard to imagine that this excellent novel will come from Mr. Adrian." Diana said it in a natural tone, with no irony, but rather harsh content.

Harvey laughed awkwardly: "novels don't choose writers. Since Miss Cromwell knows that my novel should also know that my work has been defeated in this solicitation, my reviewer told me that the reason why the Earl of Monte Cristo has been defeated is because the award has already been set. Neither he nor I can tolerate it. It's a blasphemy to literature."

He sighed, pausing to complain indignantly: "my reviewers are going to let me publish at my own expense. I agree. I need to correct the name of my work. However, there is a difficult problem that we have to solve in this matter. Since we choose to publish at our own expense, we have to bear a considerable cost. It's a shame that the wealth of the Adrian family is not enough to pay for it. "

Harvey was just looking for a reason to ask for money. The cost of his own publication was originally borne by Pulan. He was responsible for finding some sponsors.