Catfish Plan

It was destined to be a busy day.

Joseph had just seen off the Director of the Intelligence Bureau. He glanced at the dusk already sinking beyond the window and was about to have dinner when Eman hurried over, bowed, and said softly, "Your Highness, Mr. Styler has returned."

"Styler?" Joseph froze for a moment before recalling that this was the General Manager of Lightning Company.

Unlike Mesmer, who had always remained in the shadows and used a false identity, Styler had been the public contractor for the London Gas Streetlight project. His identity had been repeatedly verified by the British.

Thus, once Lightning Company's scandal erupted, he was immediately wanted by the British Government and could only lie low in the Balkans.

Only after more than half a year did he dare to quietly return to France to report back.

"Bring him in quickly." Joseph nodded. Styler was a meritorious man. To sabotage the London Gas Streetlight project, he had even abandoned his family's original business.

Styler followed Eman into the room, removed the Phrygian Cap pulled low over his head, and placed a hand over his chest in salute to the Crown Prince. "I am deeply sorry to disturb you so late, Your Highness. But there are quite a few British spies in Paris, so I could only leave after nightfall."

Joseph gestured toward the sofa. "Please, sit. You have rendered France an immense service, Mr. Styler."

Styler hurriedly said, "My name is Dietmar now, Your Highness."

"You have worked hard." Joseph nodded with feeling. "I have recommended to His Majesty the King that you be granted the title of Baron of Memac. His Majesty has already agreed."

Styler's eyes widened. He hurriedly rose to his feet and bowed deeply, one hand over his chest. "I truly do