Cecilia stood there. Although London was not hot in July, it was not cold. But now she felt like she was in the ice cave of Siberia, and her whole body began to tremble. Even she herself didn't understand the reason: What went wrong?

For a long time, Elizabeth looked at Cecilia for a long time, then opened the newspaper on the desktop. The slender palms covered with rose-red nail polish were gently rubbed on the front page of the Times, as if she could touch the traces and soul of every printed font with her fingertips.

"Ranley Hall: Heraldical nobleman holding the actor's dream.

After layer by layer of polishing, he is a natural actor.”

Then, Elizabeth closed her fingertips, and could vaguely see the muscles on her wrist tensed up, revealing a trace of inner turmoil, but this was only a moment. Then Elizabeth quickly withdrew her right hand, straightened her waist slightly invisibly, and once again showed her elegant and elegant posture. Her white neck was like a swan, so perfect that it was unbearable to touch it.

Elizabeth smiled again, "Thank you. Then, you can work hard first."

There was no response, nor did it reply, as if he had just asked casually, and then he took another step and moved in the established direction. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared behind the white office door. The elegant and decent etiquette did not show any flaws or problems at all, which was a kind of beauty enjoyment.

Suddenly, Cecilia felt that the short conversation just now was just her fantasy, and nothing had happened; but a large cold sweat on her back was reminding her: that was not a dream.

"Ranley Hall?Ranley Hall?"

Cecilia didn't quite understand what was wrong or mistake, nor did she understand why Elizabeth stopped. She chewed it carefully, and then a bold idea flashed across her head instantly, like lightning, which made Cecilia stand in place in a daze.

"Ranley Hall, Elizabeth Hall; Elizabeth Hall, Lanley Hall."

After realizing this, Cecilia couldn't help but cover her mouth, stared at her eyes, and exclaimed, "Jesus Christ!" But just imagined this idea in her mind, she was already frightened and unable to speak. The only thought now was:

Isn't this true?

...

Elizabeth sat in the office with a calm and calm expression, as if she was not affected at all, but those who really knew her could notice that her eyes were slightly lowered, her cardamom-like lips were slightly pursed, and the upset under the calm surface was surging.

Even the nobles were still mortals, but etiquette and upbringing tightly bound all their emotions and refused to lose control.

But at this moment, Elizabeth almost couldn't hide her loss of composure.

From box office to awards, from professionals to ordinary audiences, from professional media to gossip tabloids, everything has fallen completely, and everything inside and outside proves the fact that Renly is an actor and is creating his own success.

In fact, after the performance in London's West End, Elizabeth realized this reality, but she refused to admit that she did not go to the Almeida Theater, she did not watch the show, and she did not even mention "Les Miserables", as if it was another strange world, and everything that happened had nothing to do with her.

Now, things are finally no longer unrelated to her.

The only thought in Elizabeth's mind was that he had exposed his identity after all, he dragged his family into the water, he still insulted the surname "Hall", he finally made them the topic of discussion for the public, and he finally made the Hall family a "lower" discussion among the aristocratic class.

Stupid and selfish.

Elizabeth's lips were outlined in a curve, not anger, not regret or sadness, but ridicule. This was a result that had been expected early, and now it was fulfilled, but only proved her guess and expectations, and there was no need to make a fuss.

As for actor talent? It is one thing to sit in the audience to enjoy the performance; it is one thing to stand on the stage to participate in the performance. They should belong to the former, not the latter. So, is talent still important?

Elizabeth knew that Lanley had an actor's talent, and this little appreciation ability was not worth mentioning at all, but the Hall family could not have an actor. To be precise, the aristocratic class could not have an actor. If it only made a guest appearance once or twice occasionally, or was a playful nature, it could be said that he was young and ignorant and tried something new, but as a profession, this was a shame.

So, Elizabeth chose to erase and ignore it. She believed that George also adhered to the same idea. Although they had never communicated, they reached a consensus and spent all their efforts to hope that Renli could return to the future. But... things finally came to this point, and he still insulted the surname "Hal".

With his slender fingers tightened into a fist, Elizabeth straightened his waist, then grabbed the landline on the desk, dialed George's office phone number, and about two sounds, the secretary answered the phone and successfully transferred it to George. George's polite and alienated greetings came in his ears. Elizabeth still maintained his usual elegance and coldness.

"Have you read today's newspaper news?"

"What's the matter?" George's answer was also concise and clear, and he was right at the critical point.

"Lanley." Elizabeth spitted out this strange name. The last time he talked about it, it seemed that it had been a century.

George nodded, "Yes. What's wrong? Is there anything special?"

George's response made Elizabeth's elegant eyebrows slightly frown, but his voice remained calm. "Now the news has been revealed, which means that everyone will talk about us next, and with a special look. I guess you don't need me to remind you, what do you think we should deal with it?"

"No need to deal with it." George said calmly.

"What?" Elizabeth's voice was rarely lost control, and the tail sound rose slightly, unable to believe his ears.

"You heard what I said." George didn't seem to notice Elizabeth's out of control at all. "Elizabeth, let me tell you that Count Richard Deville has agreed to hand over his trust fund to me. You know what this means." It's not a question, but a affirmative sentence.

Count Richard Deville, Count Oxford, was the previous playboy from London's West End.

"The only request of the Lord is that he hopes to get the full set of 'Les Miserables' signed by Lanli, and the opportunity to call Lanli. Do you understand? This is his only request." George's voice tensed slightly. Richard's request was not that his fund could make money, not that his fund manager could compete, but that he would.

"George Hall! Do you know you are insulting your last name now?" Elizabeth straightened her back again. She could even vaguely feel that her backbone seemed to be breaking, but she still refused to relax.

George sneered, and his dignity and pride were gone apart a month ago when he appeared in the Almeda Theater.

Hereditary Barons? They still maintain a glamorous, decent and noble life, but they have long been no longer the real nobles who can live on trust funds and private land. They need work and they need income to maintain their decent life.

If he did not want to live in the rural areas of southern France, who had nothing but aristocratic titles, and then rely on selling his noble titles and etiquette, pretending to be famous people, accompanying actors, models, writers, wealthy and artists to have dinner with them, and satisfying their fantasies about the nobles, then he must do so.

Since Renley's affairs are no longer stopped, why not make full use of them?

At least, he doesn't need to peddler his "baron" title in vogue.

"Elizabeth, I know better than you about the meaning of Hall's surname, but are you sure you understand what you are sticking to?" George smiled self-deprecatingly. "Prince Harry and Princess Beatrice learned about it first. They told the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Cambridge, and they both thought it was a very wonderful thing. Obviously, there were many 'outstanding' artists in the aristocratic class."

Elizabeth could be heard on the other end of the phone's earpiece, and George rarely snatched it, "By the way, the Queen seems to have heard of this, she said, 'Hey, the times have changed'."

After this, there is silence.

George realized his slight loss of composure, adjusted his breathing and calmed down again.

Before Renli, there were many noble members who participated in the West District performance or filming, but most of them were just fun and did not really form a climate, and small-scale fights were not considered a small fight. But now, Renli has become the first noble actor to truly make a world of world, which means that he has become a beginning, a starting point, and a breakthrough.

**********'s attitude is the most interesting change.

At the beginning, facing Princess Diana's "disappearance", even if it was just the kindness and gentleness of the people, it was frequently seen in the newspapers, which was a very unpleasant move in the royal family. The queen even refused to hide her repulsion to Princess Diana.

Now, facing Lan Li's creation of history, the queen's mood and mentality have undergone earth-shaking changes. Since Princess Diana's death, the world has changed in the past decade and the royal family has gradually kept pace with the times.

Different, but different. Although it is shocking, society and the times are completely different.

At both ends of the phone, George and Elizabeth were silent, as if they were accidental, stubborn, and even more painful, but no one spoke. After the lack of a communication bridge in the calm words, no one could guess the other party’s thoughts.

They are all experts in this regard.
Chapter completed!