Chapter 12 Two, solved one! ...

Mirielle Watson was one of Nathalie's few friends, and it was always a pleasure to see this friend who traveled with her and went to luxurious hotels with her.A few days before, she had been informed that this friend was about to arrive in Paris.In the morning, Myriel had someone call her from Versailles to say that she had just rented a house in Queen Street and was going to live there for the summer. At four o'clock Natalie got into the car and gave the driver the necessary instructions.She chose the third road through Logangul, which was farther than the first two.The journey along the way made her mentally relaxed.She didn't think much about Fauville's threat, she just found it funny, which made her feel ridiculous.In fact, the whole process did not exceed thirty or forty minutes. She only remembered that she was hugged tightly by Forville, and when she was almost kissed and insulted, she blurted out and shouted: Alan Rock! ... Alan Rock! …the fear at the time left little impression.However, those two shouts were still echoing in her ears. Although she tried her best to interpret them as a joke or a trick, she knew full well that it was a sign of extreme panic. In that short second, all her hopes It's all pinned on these four words: Alan Rock! ...

She was amazed.She told Falweller that Alan Rock disgusted her, and she was absolutely not lying. On the other hand, she always felt that this man was very cold to her.So why call him by his name? Why this mindless trust?So, she accepted Alan Rock's protection?Does he think it natural and normal for him to play the role of bodyguard, ready to come to her rescue at any time?It was his name that rushed from the bottom of her heart when she was threatened. She walked through the park of Versailles, parked the car in front of the iron gates, and walked slowly down Queen Street. At this moment, she had no doubts or premonitions.However, when she arrived at the designated house number, she was surprised to see an old three-story house, which she recognized. She had been here with her father before.She was sure she was right.The house had originally belonged to Mr Manoelson and had been sold as part of the estate, but she didn't know who the buyer was.The shutters of the main building were tightly closed, and at the back there was a yard with a few young trees that ended in the large warehouse that Mr Manoelson used as a garage, facing a road that ran parallel to Queen Street.Coincidentally, her friend Myriel found this place.

She happily rang the doorbell.A white-haired woman, who seemed to be the hostess's maid, came to open the door. "Is Miss Myriel there?" Natalie asked. "Miss is waiting for you," said the woman. "Please follow me to the second floor." Through the vestibule Natalie saw the yard with the young trees and recognized the shadowy staircase with a thick red velvet rope railing.Halfway, the old woman let her go ahead.Natalie continued to go up, and when she reached the turn of the stairs, it was so dark that she stretched out her hands and groped forward.At this moment, she suddenly had a feeling of uneasiness.She was about to back away when a hand grabbed hers.A ceiling lamp was turned on, and Fauville said loudly: "Natalie, I have already said that our conversation is not over, it will be carried on in another way! Beauty, what do you think?"

She didn't resist.She didn't even want to shout.what's the point?The old woman was gone, and no one could hear her cry. Besides, Falville dragged her roughly, sneering. "Beauty, what do you think? Can you lower the shelf?" The circular staircase turns with doors on three sides.With a firm push, he pushed Natalie into the bedroom to the left. "Go in," he ordered in a masterly tone. However, just as he was about to enter the door, he suddenly froze at the door and blurted out a curse word. In the room, with the shutters closed and lit by a single large bulb, Alan Rock stood in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, waiting for them to come in.

All the anger of Falville, all his efforts in this operation, his disappointment, his humiliation, all turned into a storm of hatred, against this sworn enemy, he was like A bull ran into him. Although he was not as tall as Allen Rock, he was stronger than him. His strength and anger gave him confidence. He was defeated inexplicably.The sudden collision didn't shake the opponent at all. On the contrary, the opponent didn't seem to care, just pulled out his hands from his pockets to protect his body. "What are you doing here, rascal?" stammered Fauville, his brutish nature taking everything away from him. "Why do you mind my business? When is it your turn to protect Natalie? Why are you, eh? As her lover?"

He didn't expect the other party to fight back, he had already received a slap on the face, which made him stagger, almost out of breath. The duel was over before it really started. Falwell was caught off guard. He didn't expect that things would get in the way, and he didn't know that Alan Rock was superior to him in physical strength, so he could only vent his anger by cursing and lowering his voice, leaving a certain place. distance. Natalie had mixed feelings, and she didn't know what to do for a while, let alone come to persuade her.Her legs went limp.However, seeing Alan Rock's calm appearance, she was not afraid at all.Things will proceed as normal and orderly.Besides, after the aborted plot at the Hôtel de Paris, Fauville, who had lost all authority in her eyes, was now a ridiculously harmless enemy.Facing Allen Rock, what else can he do?

Alan Rock looked dismissive of his opponent's opponent, turned to Natalie and said: "Please forgive me for my intervention and the rough methods this person forced me to take. I should explain something to you. It doesn't take much time." In the presence of Natalie, he returned to his original politeness and spoke with the same concentration as in Sicily.Falwell was muttering and irritating, and he shouted loudly: "Shut up! It's useless to say anything. Just stay here and wait for me to deal with you." The tone in which he said this, and the change of address from you to you, completely calmed down Forville, and made him obediently keep silent.At this time, the situation became very clear, Alan Rock asked Natalie to allow him to ask a few questions, and then he asked: "Your friend Miriel Watson is coming to Paris, and he has been notified in advance, yes?"

"yes." "Which day will it arrive?" "It's not until the day after tomorrow. But this morning, her maid, or a person who claims to be a maid, I think it's the woman I met downstairs, called to tell me that Myriel I set off early and have already settled down here in Versailles." "She doesn't live here. I don't even believe she's in France at the moment." "So, what's the matter with this call?" "A trap, a trap into which you must fall." "Trap? I didn't think of it at all." "Miss, do you see the truth now? Have you lost your illusions about this man?"

"No more illusions." "That way, it will be easier to convince you, and to show you what he really is, under the pretense of playing a rejected lover who seeks revenge." Falwell shrugged his shoulders, feeling that there was no need to refute.Alan-Roke continued: "I've been watching him for a month and Maxim has watched him day and night and I've felt from the start that he's a liar and that sooner or later you'll have to get rid of him. It's meant to be , he cannot conquer your heart, cannot force you to marry him, he will definitely use force. In order to prevent this from happening, one must know where he might use force. So, after some investigation and research, Maxim and his My friend found out that after your father passed away, he secretly bought this house, together with a storage shed attached to it, I will tell you what it is used for. This house is a very convenient place to stay temporarily if necessary Come on, he hired someone to watch the door, that very suspicious old woman, I paid her off not long ago. So I knew the trap he had set this time, and slipped in through the storage room. "

Natalie whispered, "Are you sure this is all true?" "What happened just now is the best evidence. Besides, Forville has acquiesced." Falwell said very exaggeratedly: "I admit that I love Nathalie. I admit that in order to achieve my goal, in order to get her to marry me, I have not flinched from any difficulties." "That's right," said Alan Rock loudly, "marry, because when you get married, you can grab a large fortune, you can always control a large inheritance, and control all Mr. Manoelson's securities and businesses, because This is your last resort."

"My last move?" "You have reached the end of your rope. As the agent of Mr. Manoelson, unfortunately, he has poured all his trust in you, and then promoted you to be the acting general manager of the company, but if you check your accounts, What awaits you is prison and the discredit of Mr Manoelsen." Natalie murmured, "What did you say?" "Natalie, he's telling lies!" Falville yelled. "None of the nonsense he said was true. He took revenge on me and slandered me in front of you." "Go on," said the girl to Alan Rock. She knew that this meeting had reached the most important moment.The preceding events are only the prologue. "I would like to start by apologizing for the subsequent disclosure, which was quite painful to listen to, but I cannot help but say it. Here's the thing: the Manoelson company founded by your father himself, besides being headquartered in Paris, , also set up branches in other big cities in France and even Europe. All the goods exported to the Americas were concentrated in these branches. Behind the tight corporate network that Mr. Mori built up with his talents, in the last few years of his life, and even now, there is an underground company that sends goods to foreign countries, and the source of the goods is illegal... To put it bluntly For one thing, these goods were stolen." Natalie jumped up. "How is this possible!... Such a despicable and shameless thing..." Forwell folded his arms across his chest, pretending to be angry.His face was pale, and he muttered vaguely: "Where is the evidence... at least there must be evidence." "Let me start with an example," Aaron Rock said. "The Antique Service Department of Manoelson Company is concentrated in Versailles, not far from here, in a large warehouse. However, the second half of this warehouse, without telling Mr. Parking lot for stolen cars, hidden and disguised for a period of time, before exporting them to other countries with forged papers." Falwell repeated the same sentence: "Evidence...I want evidence...I don't think you can produce evidence..." Alan Rock pressed the bell and called out at the same time: "Maxim!" Footsteps were heard from the next room, and Maxime Duthiere appeared. No matter the setting in which he plays his role, Maxime has a vivacious air, his swagger and primness bordering on comical.This time, he brought a large stack of documents, and the overcoat was casually draped over his shoulders like a cape, giving people the impression of a private detective often seen on posters. He slowly pushed the paper away, ready to make a detailed report. "Come on, Maxim," said Alan Rock. "There's no need to pick. Just read one." Maxim quickly picked up a few pages and began to read like a clerk: "Document 27. Mr. Fauerweiler's letter about a stolen streamlined convertible. Document XXVIII. Statement from the garage supervisor. No. 29, Mr. Fauerville's instructions on modification. No. 30, Inventory of stolen tires. Packing instructions. Shipping instructions. All by Mr. Fauerville. Here Fifty-three irrefutable documents, all proud achievements of my profession." "It's all false!" protested Fauville, pouting. "Shameless slander," "I don't allow you to doubt any of the materials," Maxim shouted loudly, looking very angry, "I have determined them all with my commendable meticulous work." "It's fake!" the other party repeated. Alan Rock grabbed his arm. "Shut up. The evidence is enough. There are fifty other documents. Theft, robbery, fraud, breach of trust, first against Mr. Manoelson, and after his death, against Miss... Forgery of signatures, embezzlement. and also……" Natalie was in agony.She never loved Falville, but she kept him courting her, and she did not forget that her father agreed to the marriage and supported Falville's proposal of marriage to her. "Go on," she said to Alan Rock. "Well, there is something more serious," he went on, "a letter proving that Forville and Jericho corresponded." "What nonsense are you talking about?" Falville said guiltily. "You have a connection with Jericho. Here is a letter from him." That being said, Jericho would also like to meet you.Since you are here to meet the boss, please take advantage of this opportunity and remember to be on time for the appointment at four o'clock in the afternoon. "Well, you see, this letter was found in a hidden compartment of a small cabinet. You have thrown the missed letters in a mess, and you will pay for your carelessness today. You answer now." Falwell was completely overwhelmed.Avoiding Natalie's gaze, he murmured, "And what else? What does that mean? I can hang out with anyone named Jericho, or anyone who's jokingly called Jericho...  This Jericho should be connected to that robber." "The letter is signed by Boney, obviously Boniface, Boniface, Jericho's best friend." "This is speculation!" "Forget it. However, we can make a judgment based on the date on the letter." Alan Rock said. "May 3rd. However, we know that Mr. Manoelson, according to the letter, is your boss, and was in Naples in May of that year. Didn't you go there to meet him?" "Exactly," said Natalie firmly. "He's staying with us in a hotel for a week." "Well!" concluded Alan Rock, "from our investigations in Sicily, Jericho was in Naples at the same time, and he hung around Mr. Manoelson. During the second week, Mr. Manoelson To Palermo. In two weeks' time he died in Segeste, murdered." This time, Falwell was really dissatisfied, and it was an instinctive reaction, making it impossible to deny his sincerity. "Ah! Absolutely not," he cried with all his might. "...I have nothing to do with it. I have a deep affection for Mr. Manoelson and am very grateful to him. He promised to marry me Natalie, such a terrible idea..." "The facts are out there," Allen Rock said. "But, that's not the truth of the matter. Yes, I'll be honest, there was a plan for Jericho and me to meet, but that plan didn't materialize." "why?" "Because Jericho didn't keep his promise." "Did you know him then?" "No. I don't know Boniface either. The first time I saw him at the Villa Mirador, I didn't even know he was Jericho's accomplice. I corresponded with Jericho, It was a purely accidental business relationship." "I agree," said Alan Rock. "I would like to believe that the purpose of your meeting was not to take Mr. Manoelson's life. However, there is one thing. Mr. Manoelson was carrying a bag of jewels, which Jericho knew it, and you wanted to discuss how to seize the bag of jewels, but the jewels were taken back to Paris by Miss Manolson." Falwell made no reply.What is presumed premeditated theft compared to gruesome murder? Now that the former is ruled out, there is no need to justify the latter. The conversation ends here, it begins in Paris, between Nathalie and Fauerville, and it is Fauerville who asks Nathalie to continue.The conversation ended with Alan Rock's merciless intervention. Falwell had failed and had no strength left to continue his misdeeds.Alan Rock has enough weapons in his hands to suppress him, even put him to death. "Your status in Manoelsen Company will be canceled, including your various misdeeds, and they will no longer be mentioned. Maxim is in charge of handling these matters, and he will communicate with the main person in charge. Maxim, you must Do you have the papers? Power of Attorney, Power of Attorney, etc. Sign it, Forville." Falwell signed. "Very good," Alan Rock said, "you are free now. Let's go." Falwell was a little worried, pointing to the stack of documents and said, "Where are these materials?" "They belong to me." "But……" "But what?" "Will you give it back to me?" "No." "What! Won't you return it to me? But, I accept all the conditions." "This has nothing to do with not yet." "So I'm always in danger of being denounced?" Falwell said it was unacceptable.However, Allen Rock's tough attitude took him by surprise. "Accept it or not, it's up to you." Allen Rock said. Falwell walked up to him. "Oh, you're killing me and driving me to risk, and it's you, Natalie, and yourself." "I can't make any promises." "What if I refuse?" cried Falville. "We will send these materials to the Attorney-General tomorrow." He was in a dilemma.There is no other way but to bow your head. Nathalie had been staring at Forville, and at this moment, she noticed a flash of extreme hatred in his eyes.He searched around, as if waiting for a miracle to rescue him.In an hour he lost everything: the hope of marriage or conquest by force, what was left of his property, his status, and the respect of the woman he loved.He was like a trapped beast, caught in a dilemma at the feet of the hunters. Maxim had already opened the door, made a very exaggerated gesture, and said: "Dear Forville, the door is here. Let me give you another piece of advice, don't be stubborn. I think you are leaving now." , there's something very immoral in your head. It's not right. Between Aaron Rock and me, you're as vulnerable as glass. Ming needn't go into details..." He salutes.Falwell walked past him almost as if he were running. "Solved one!" Maxim said loudly. "I believe we have cut off his claws." He took a deep breath, threw two or three punches in front of him like a boxer, and finally said, "Now it's time to deal with the others. Alan Rock, you have time to waste, but I can't. I'll go find A car, and we've got to prepare for the next episode of the play in anticipation of the storm. Ah! There's no work to do in our line of work! Please accept my respects, Natalie..."