Let This Man Shut His Damn Mouth!
Duke Felix's head hurt more and more. With his intelligence, how could he not know that this might be a "strategy"? No, it couldn't be called a strategy. It was a damn conspiracy! Duke Felix dared swear on his wife's ashes that everything seemed to have been prepared in advance, and then those fools had walked right into it.
But it had already happened. There was no point in saying these things anymore. More importantly, the Small Earl had been able to produce evidence.
He hadn't even asked whether the evidence was real. Since the Small Earl had dared present it, that necessarily meant he wasn't afraid of anyone investigating its authenticity.
The problem now was that if they wanted the Small Earl to stop, they had to meet his demands.
They had to hand over Kipplin and the assets he had stolen, as well as make up the roughly twenty million in losses he had mentioned.
The Duke sighed softly. He raised his head and looked at the young junior before him, who was about the same age as his grandson, and asked as casually as he could, "What was your purpose in putting so much money in the Finance Company?"
This was a loophole as well. He hoped to seize upon it, haggle with the Small Earl, and find some balance.
The Small Earl reacted quickly and answered almost immediately, "Your Grace, isn't the New Year coming soon?"
"The winters these past two years have been especially cold. Many people need to increase their winter supplies, and they need money."
"I prepared this money to deal with such emergencies. Although the Imperial Family has reclaimed our fiefs and domains, when people encounter difficulties, we still have to lend them a hand,