The Duke of Orléans immediately thought of the Paris Angel Company Joseph had founded.
He did not know much about that shop. He had only been there once, to buy a one-thousand-livre VIP Card for his mistress—only because that woman had pestered him about it for days.
But he had heard that the noble ladies of Versailles Palace, as if bewitched, had gone to that shop to snatch up expensive cosmetics in a frenzy.
The Duke of Orléans then remembered that the newspapers had all been talking these past few days about the Paris Angel Company issuing stock.
He could not help narrowing his eyes. It seemed that those six million livres had very likely come from selling shares. But a shop that sold women's skincare products could actually be worth six million livres?!
In truth, this was only because Joseph had not planned to cash out on a large scale—he still had 1.8 million shares of Paris Angel in his hands that he could sell, and if he sold them all, he could cash out another six or seven million.
Once Orléans had thought all this through, the anger on his face gradually vanished, replaced by gravity and anxiety.
If the Crown Prince had once been only a bit of trouble to him, then now he had already become a serious problem.
The kind so serious it had to be dealt with as quickly as possible!
Public opinion, finance, the army—these three absolutely could not be controlled by the royal family, or he would have no possibility of shaking the throne at all.
After generations of painstaking management, the House of Orleans had already hollowed out the royal family's power in these three areas to the greatest extent possible.
Finance, for instance: the royal family had almost been reduced