The Shadow of Great Britain
Chapter 489 - 489 262 Core Technology 4K8_3

489: Chapter 262 Core Technology (4K8)_3 489: Chapter 262 Core Technology (4K8)_3 Harrison heard Norton bring up his wife and thus continued along the thread of conversation, “Speaking of which, didn’t you mention before that you wanted Caroline to help you with the job at the London prosecutor’s office?

How is that going?”

When Norton heard this, his mood, which had just improved, immediately plummeted back to rock bottom, “If she had succeeded, would I still be fixated on her actions?

Bernie, as you know, I’m usually quite liberal-minded.

If Caroline truly felt that being with me wasn’t suitable, she could pursue what she wants, but the basis for all of this is that her actions don’t impact me.”

But now, it’s evident that she must have bad-mouthed me to Viscount Melbourne.

Normally, the position of a magistrate is far more attractive than that of a prosecutor in London.

If it weren’t for my ambition to achieve something great and my focus on my long-term development, I wouldn’t have proactively sought to give up a high-paying judge position for a new department like this.”

Theoretically, moving from a higher position to a lower one should be a smooth transition.

But I have been inexplicably rejected time and again.

Apart from Caroline whispering in Viscount Melbourne’s ear, I really cannot think of any other possibility.

I simply don’t understand, what good does it do her to treat her husband this way?

Not to mention, she also tore up my ‘British!'”

Seeing that the atmosphere had been adequately stewed, Harrison finally voiced the words he had long harbored.

“George, originally I didn’t want to say this for the sake of your family harmony and marriage stability.

But hearing you speak like this, I feel that as your good friend, I can’t just stand by and watch you sink into this quagmire.”

Norton’s gesture of lifting his wine glass paused slightly, “Bernie, are you saying…”

“Sigh…”

Harrison took off his hat and rubbed his hair, “Alright, George, I won’t hide it from you.

Actually, when I entered the theatre earlier, I saw Caroline and Viscount Melbourne.

They were on the third floor, and I have been here to Astley Theatre before, so…

as you understand, the third-floor boxes come with a rest room, inside…

erm…

there’s a bed, I think it should be enough for two people to lie on.”

Harrison thought that after saying this, Norton would erupt in rage.

But to his surprise, a smile appeared on the other’s face.

Harrison felt somewhat creeped out and asked, “George, have you gone mad from anger?”

Norton shook his head gently, “No, Bernie, regarding this matter, I have been mentally prepared for a long time.

Although I also asked Caroline in person, she denied it, and I never caught any crucial evidence.

Plus, Viscount Melbourne had been quite friendly towards me previously, making me feel he might be of some use to me.

But unfortunately, I must admit, I might have been too worried before.

He probably thinks of me, George Norton, as an easy target, believing that he can just refuse my requests at will.

Since he insists on doing so, I don’t mind teaching him a lesson.”

Harrison asked, “What do you plan to do?”

Norton began, “Actually, I’ve been keeping an eye on Caroline’s every move.

I know she locked the letters between her and Melbourne in a box in the attic.

I had a key made a while ago, and I’ve seen everything in that box.

I must say, those two immoral and dishonorable people are really cautious; the way they worded those letters was incredibly subtle, probably guarding against me from the start.

They think that by doing so, I’d have no way to handle them.

But thank you, Bernie, today you truly did me a big favor.

Come on, let’s go see if they are actually as innocent as they claim to be.”

Harrison asked, “What if they are indeed innocent?”

Norton took out a handkerchief and spat into it, “Then don’t I still have those letters?

If things really come to a head, I’m not afraid of them.”

Harrison nodded slightly, “Okay, George, as long as you’ve thought everything through.”

“I’ve thought it through a long time ago,” Norton scoffed, “Now, the only one who hasn’t thought it through is Melbourne.

Is it really so difficult to slot a prosecutor into the London Prosecutor’s Office?

Hardly a challenge.”

With that said, Norton left the booth with Harrison.

Only the sound of the door clicking gently shut was heard.

In the quiet, the only sound was the tape recorder whirring.

Soon after, the door to the booth opened again, and Louis Bonaparte strode calmly to the wardrobe and pressed the stop button, holding the small wooden box.

He examined it for a moment before nodding slightly and commenting.

“Joining the Police Intelligence Department was really the right move, encountering new surprises every day.

Neither the former French Empire Minister of Police Fouche nor the current head of the Paris Police Prefecture’s security division, Victor, must have ever seen such an amazing little device.

Arthur Hastings, mastering core technology.

Tsk tsk, just on this point alone, he really wasn’t boasting.”