Of everyone present, the calmest and most innocent was Miss Sylvie Martin.
Charlotte Mecklen's former fiancée.
She was now a detective's assistant, apprenticed to a mentor and having handled several cases. Of course, she was still far from being even mildly renowned; she was merely accumulating experience in the field.
As the only woman present who knew all of Charlotte's secrets, she remained very calm.
Sylvie whispered to Vinnie Arsenault, "It seems we ought to leave early."
The cat detective gave a slight nod. She had thought highly of Charlotte back then, but she had not expected to have misjudged him so badly.
Charlotte Mecklen was not merely someone worth thinking highly of!
He was... worth staking one's entire fortune on.
Vinnie Arsenault glanced at the girl named Anne Brittany. She vaguely recalled that Sylvie had worried several times that this pure and kind young lady would be deceived by Charlotte, and had nagged Vinnie about it more than once. Only because they were relatives had Sylvie been unable to bear exposing Charlotte's true nature.
Clearly, Miss Anne had wagered her entire fortune in a grand gamble, won everyone else's chips, and emerged as the final victor with a smile.
Compared with betting on Charlotte, even her birth lottery—arguably the finest in the Old Continent—seemed insignificant.
Anne Brittany!
Her name would be written into history and remembered more than that of her father, who had once been emperor, or her elder brother, who would one day become the Emperor of Fars.
Her deeds would become part of the culture of Fars, the Old Continent, and even the entire world, passed down forever.
Her beauty could not compare to Menilman, The Empire's First Rose, nor Sophia Garland, the Strasbourg Rose. Vinnie Arsenault even felt that, in beauty alone, she herself might