LRAB Chapter 308 Royal Emblems
Chapter 308 Royal Emblems
Chapter 308 Royal Emblems
In the factory office.
Lorne looked at Jürgen, the lawyer who was carefully reviewing the acquisition contract for him, and asked, "So, is there a problem with the contract?"
"There are some minor issues with the details that might pose some legal risks. But rest assured, I can handle them all and will correct them in the final version." Attorney Jürgen looked away from the contract, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and looked at his employer.
"Mr. Scott, is there something you need?" He sensed that his employer seemed to have a hidden meaning in his words.
"Jürgen, would you be interested in becoming my private legal counsel?" Lorne suddenly extended an invitation to the other party.
"A legal advisor?" Jürgen asked, somewhat surprised.
"That's right. Through these days of collaboration, I am very satisfied with your professionalism and work ethic," Lorne affirmed. "In the future, as my business expands, I will certainly face more and more complex legal issues. A legal professional like you, who is both professional and meticulous, is exactly what I need."
He added, trying to alleviate the other party's concerns: "You don't need to work full-time; part-time is fine. You can provide consultation and assistance when I have legal needs."
"Thank you for your appreciation and invitation," Jürgen replied cautiously after a moment's thought, "However, I need to think about this carefully. I have a lot of cases backlogged at the moment, and I'm afraid I won't be able to spare enough energy to take on a long-term consulting role."
His words carried a hint of refusal, but also left room for maneuver.
Lorne's tone held a hint of disappointment, but he quickly recovered and changed the subject, "By the way, Attorney Jürgen, you're well-informed, do you know of any houses for sale in Backlund that are in a good location, in a suitable environment, and at a reasonable price?"
As a professional solicitor, the other party must have handled many real estate sales contracts recently, and must have some high-quality resources and connections.
Asking him might be more cost-effective than going to a professional real estate agent, since those agents might rip you off for the sake of commission.
"house?"
"Yes, I want a house of my own," Lorne nodded.
A house? Does that mean—he doesn't own a house yet? Jürgen looked at them with slight surprise. How could someone as wealthy and famous as Mr. Scott not own property in Backlund?
"Don't you have a house in Backlund?"
"Every time you see me, isn't it in this factory office?" Lorne smiled and repeated the same explanation he had given to Hugh to Jürgen.
"I can't possibly invite all those distinguished gentlemen and beautiful ladies to the factory in the East District every time," Lorne joked.
"I like machinery, but that doesn't mean I like sleeping with lathes and milling machines every day."
"I see." Jürgen nodded, indicating his understanding.
"Recently, due to the stock market crash, many people in Backlund have indeed been selling their properties, causing house prices to drop significantly."
"Hmm—" He pondered for a moment, seemingly recalling relevant information, and said, "There's a villa with a garden for sale on Williams Street recently."
"The homeowner is a gentleman from the Seashire County who recently consulted me about legal issues related to the sale of the house."
Williams Street — it's a bit far from here, but the environment there seems quite nice — Lorne recalled the map of Backlund in his mind.
"Could you please elaborate? Of course, if it involves client privacy and is inconvenient, then just pretend I didn't ask," Lorne said politely.
"It's alright, the gentleman himself is also anxious to find a buyer," Jürgen continued. "That house, it's said, originally belonged to a bankrupt viscount. That was probably twenty or thirty years ago, and after changing hands several times, it was finally bought by that gentleman."
"Why would he sell it?" Lorne asked curiously.
"He originally planned to stay in Backlund to develop his business, but the financial crisis caused him to suffer heavy losses and his cash flow became tight, so he decided to sell his property and return to his hometown in Intersea County," Jürgen explained.
"Another financial crisis?" Lorne's lips twitched.
The impact of stocks is far more profound than I imagined.
"It's a two-story villa with a private garden and a very large interior space. When the owner bought it, it cost nearly five thousand pounds, including all taxes. Now, it can be bought for only around two thousand pounds."
"Moreover, it's close to Queens, and the location is quite good."
Two thousand pounds—that seems like a good deal. Lorne was somewhat tempted.
"Could you please help me introduce it?"
"Of course. However, the specific viewing and negotiation may take a few days. I need to communicate with the other party about the timing first."
"No problem, I happen to have a lot of things to take care of recently."
The evening of the day of the party.
Lorne picked up a bottle of amber-colored perfume, carefully dripped a few drops onto his wrist, and then gently rubbed it onto different parts of his body. This perfume was recommended to him by Hugh; it was said to be the most suitable fragrance for men right now.
Musk is pure and subtle, not ostentatious, yet carrying a touch of understated nobility.
"What a hassle, even a perfume has so many rules. You have to spray it beforehand so that the top and middle notes are all..."
It will evaporate before the banquet —
He looked at his outfit in the mirror: a double-breasted black tuxedo, a crisp white shirt with a stiff collar, and a pair of shiny leather boots that reflected his image.
"Hiss—this is weird, it's not my style at all—"
"Never mind, I won't be wearing this outfit more than a few times anyway." He picked up the tall black silk hat and prepared to leave.
Today is the day of that charity gala.
Although the premonition of "disaster" did not materialize, he had a vague feeling that tonight might not be so peaceful.
Sharon never came to see me again—and there was still no news from Hazel regarding the fund management. He took a rented luxury carriage to the Backlund police headquarters.
Normally, church-related events are held in their respective churches. The Church of the Night originally planned to hold the event at St. Samuel's Cathedral, but due to strong opposition from the Church of the Storm, they were forced to change the venue to the auditorium of the Backlund Police Station.
"So many people?"
The carriage had just stopped some distance from the police station when Lorne was slightly taken aback by the sight before him.
The area around the police station was already filled with all sorts of luxurious private carriages, many of which bore unique family crests that were clearly visible under the gas streetlights.
"It seems—quite a few prominent nobles and celebrities from Backlund have come—" He glanced around briefly, noticing the coats of arms representing different factions: the conservatives, the New Party—
"What is that?"
Not far away, a particularly ornate four-wheeled carriage caught Lorne's attention. More accurately, it was the emblem on the carriage door that attracted him.
The main body of the emblem is a long sword with its blade pointing straight down, and a bright red crown is placed on the hilt.
"The Sword of Judgment" — Lorne's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breath caught in his throat.
That's the emblem of the Loen royal family—the Augustus family!
The unease that had been lingering for some time suddenly intensified at this moment.
"It seems that coming here was a mistake."