Chapter 142 - A long walk (1/2)
”De Valois has neither money, nor support, or guts to attack you alone.”
Carefully Gaston let his nose sink into the white lilies. They smelled like grass. He hated the flowers cut from greenhouses. ”Someone must have helped him.”
”Uh... What about his wife and her family?”
Unwillingly he frowned, his goddaughter and her kin were a factor that he should no be underestimated. He wanted to congratulate de Valois on his wise decision. ”No, Albert de Clermont is far too noble. He would not be involved in such deals. Besides, he loves his granddaughter far too much to allow her to be such a danger.”
”And you believe that?”
”We shall see. What do your people in Budapest say?”
”My friends think it is necessary for you to start taking action. Your competitors think you're showing weakness.”
”For real?”
”If there is nothing more, we have nothing to fear. Join us for dinner. My boy has returned from his studies in America. Too bad your lovely goddaughter has fallen into the wrong hands. What about your brother's other child?”
With stiff steps he continued to walk towards it. The long walk was covered with a layer like powdered sugar.
He hesitated briefly, staggeringly stopped in front of the last place where he felt close to her.