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There weren't many customers at the Louis Leather Bag Company that morning.

On one side of the empty hall, Chris and his two companions stood facing each other.

As soon as Jonathan finished speaking, he subtly winked at Chris.

Seeing this, Chris, though unsure how Jonathan intended to resolve the matter, still smiled ingratiatingly out of respect for the other party's status, saying, "It's nothing, Miss Constance, please don't take it to heart."

Chris then changed the subject, glanced at Jonathan, and continued, "I am an employee of this company, and this is during working hours. Since the incident occurred on company premises, it should indeed be handled according to company regulations, as Chairman Jonathan said."

"You are a valued guest here, how can we ask you to compensate us?" Chris continued.

Louis Leather Goods Company, of course, does not have these regulations.

He was just talking nonsense, going along with what Jonathan was saying.

Since Jonathan dared to start this, it means that this Miss Constance is not familiar with the details of the company. In that case, Chris can make up whatever he wants, as long as it's not too outrageous.

After Chris finished speaking, Jonathan looked at Chris with a hint of approval in his eyes.

He was very satisfied with Chris's statement.

Constance, who was standing to the side, looked puzzled after hearing Chris's statement.

Born into the Rockwell family, she was raised with a education that told her this kind of thing shouldn't be handled this way.

She couldn't help but glance at Jonathan beside her, her eyes still full of doubt. Just as she was about to ask a question, Jonathan interrupted, "Our company provides a clothing allowance for every employee, Miss Constance, you don't need to worry about this..."

"Chris, a senior craftsman," Chris quickly added when Jonathan couldn't recall his name.

"Oh, right. The company will cover the cost of Chris's new clothing, so Miss Constance doesn't need to feel sorry about it," Jonathan added, maintaining his usual nonchalant expression.

Constance's gaze swept between Jonathan and Chris.

Seeing that both of them looked serious, as if this was how things should be handled, her doubts gradually disappeared.

But she still nodded politely to Chris, pressed the black cat's head down with her right hand, and said again with a slight apology:

"In any case, I'm very sorry for delaying Mr. Chris's work. Little Black Tower has become quite mischievous after being outside for so long."

"No need for that, Blackie... Tower is very cute and energetic, and I like cats very much too," Chris replied naturally.

Seeing that the matter was almost resolved, Jonathan gave Chris another wink.

Chris understood immediately and said, "Miss Constance, Chairman Jonathan, since this is just a misunderstanding, I should get on with my work for today. I won't keep you any longer."

After saying that, Chris nodded slightly to Jonathan and the other man, and then quickly walked towards the leatherworker's workshop at the back of the hall.

Jonathan and Constance watched Chris leave, neither of them noticing the sudden flash of a deep purple light in the eyes of the black cat in Constance's arms.

After Chris left.

Constance looked at the black cat in his arms, his eyes revealing an undisguised affection. He gently tapped the cat's head with his finger and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Don't be so naughty next time."

Meow~

The black cat meowed softly, as if in response to Constance.

This made the look of affection in Constance's eyes even more intense.

Seeing this, Jonathan stood aside and softly reminded her, "Miss Constance, would you like to go up and take another look at the suitcase you ordered? If there's anything you're not satisfied with, Master Ryan can..."

"Oh, that? No need. I'm very satisfied with the style. Just have it delivered to my door once it's made." Constance's gaze shifted from the black cat for a moment, then he glanced at Jonathan beside him, saying nonchalantly.

After saying that, Constance picked up the black cat and prepared to walk out of the Lewis Building.

At this moment, a small car, entirely glossy black and with almost no dust on its exterior, is parked outside the Louis Building.

Seeing this, Jonathan didn't say anything more and could only quickly follow Constance.

The driver opened the car door beforehand, and the other person stood aside, bowing slightly, quietly waiting for Constance to walk slowly towards them.

Just before getting into the car, Constance suddenly turned to Jonathan, who was standing next to her, and said while stroking the black cat, "Why don't you invite Mr. Chris to the party next week to celebrate Little Black Tower's return home?"

"What?"

Jonathan's eyes widened slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I think Little Black Tower likes him quite a bit, so let's leave it at that." Constance's tone was gentle, but it carried an air of unquestionable authority.

Meow~

At that moment, as if responding to Constance, the black cat suddenly meowed.

"Look, even Little Black Tower has agreed."

Constance looked away, then at the black cat in his hands, stroking it gently a few times with even more tenderness before getting into the car.

Jonathan was somewhat surprised to see this, but he didn't say anything.

As he watched the car carrying Constance slowly drive away, he murmured Chris's name.

"Chris..."

"What a lucky guy."

……

At 7:30 p.m., Chris returned to his home at 37 Nottingham Street.

After putting down his briefcase and changing out of his suit, which still had a few scratches, he made himself a pot of tea and quietly sat down at the square table in the living room.

Looking at the star cards that hadn't been put away since last night, he was reviewing the events that had happened during the day.

While he was working in the morning, Jonathan suddenly called him out.

At first, Chris thought the other person wanted to talk to him about the cost of purchasing clothing.

But to his surprise, the other party told him to go to Miss Constance's party with her next week.

The reason for holding this party was to celebrate the black cat coming home on its own.

Holding a party for this reason truly made Chris realize the class differences between people in this world.

The reason for inviting him to the party was equally absurd; it was simply because he thought the black cat liked him.

From Jonathan, Chris also learned that this Miss Constance was actually the youngest daughter of the Duke of Rockwell.

The Rockwell family, while not exactly all-powerful in Rom, certainly wields considerable influence over city council elections.

Before the reforms of the Im Empire, the land of Rom was just one of the fiefdoms of Duke Rockwell.

Knowing who the other party was, Chris felt a little scared and instinctively wanted to refuse the party invitation.

After all, he understands the principle of not forcing himself into circles that don't belong to him.

Who knows if Miss Constance just mentioned it on a whim? It would be so embarrassing if I went to the party and didn't know anyone.

However, Jonathan insisted that Chris accompany him, promising that the day would count as a business trip, and giving Chris an extra 20 silver crowns as an allowance for clothing purchases and travel subsidies for attending the party that day.

Chris's eyes lit up when he heard that the other party had given him a huge sum of 20 silver crowns as the cost of clothing.

He immediately agreed.

Jonathan immediately took 20 silver crowns out of his own pocket and gave them to Chris, emphasizing that the 20 silver crowns must be used for clothing purchases, and that the Louis Company must not be disgraced at the party.

During his lunch break, Chris went to a shop on Enclave Street that specializes in bespoke high-end clothing and ordered a suit for himself that cost more than his monthly salary.

A full 16 silver crowns.

He ultimately kept 4 silver crowns for himself.

Chris looked at a lot of fabrics in that high-end custom clothing shop and found that the fabrics for 16 silver crowns and 20 silver crowns were basically indistinguishable in appearance.

Only fabrics priced at 30 silver kronor or higher will clearly show a higher level of quality compared to 16 silver kronor fabrics.

The store told him he could pick up his clothes next Thursday, which was the day before the party, so he had plenty of time.

Besides that, Chris also took the opportunity to visit the Imbank Rom City branch on Enclave Street at noon.

He wanted to know about the previous owners of the apartment building at 037 Nottingham Street.

But the person who received Chris said the bank did not offer that service.

Moreover, even if the bank has information on the previous owners of this apartment building, that is a matter of customer privacy, and they cannot tell Chris that.

However, the other party also pointed out a place where Chris might be able to find relevant records.

Rom City Housing Authority.

The office wasn't on Enclave Street, so Chris had to make the trip another day.

Moreover, based on Chris's understanding of the working hours of these government agencies, this housing authority was very likely to close at 6 p.m.

He didn't get off work until 7 pm, and when he took his lunch break, the other person was definitely taking their lunch break too.

He didn't expect anyone from the Rom municipal government to use his lunch break to handle his business.

Therefore, he could only go to the Rom City Housing Authority on his next day off.

After finishing the last sip of tea, Chris looked again at the astrological results from the previous night displayed in front of him.

He picked up the astrology manual next to him, examined it carefully again, and confirmed that his interpretation during the day was basically consistent with the records in the astrology manual.

Looking at his masterpiece from his first astrological reading, Chris shook his head slightly.

He carefully gathered the star cards, then folded the simple star chart he had hastily drawn the night before twice, and placed it, along with the star cards, into the copper box that had been sitting to the side.

He found the copper box to be quite good for storing these small items.

Unfortunately, the lock was broken.