The empty Roman-style marble bath was covered with pink rose petals, and the air was filled with a dizzying fragrance.

In the corner of the bathtub.

Although only the upper bodies of a flushed-faced woman and a man with a buoyant face could be seen, the intense waves of water rippling from beneath them could still be seen.

"call..."

Three minutes later, Jean Dubarry took a long breath, then pushed the woman in front of him away without any interest, closed his eyes, and relaxed against the edge of the bath.

"Monsieur Du Barry, you are so heartless." The woman who was pushed away took the initiative to move into Jean Du Barry's arms and said in a sweet voice.

Jean Dubarly glared at the woman and said impatiently:

"Get away, you bitch."

"Are you still thinking about the Duke of Richelieu, Monsignor Du Barry." The woman still hugged Jean Du Barry's arm and said coquettishly.

For these promiscuous women, the greatest wish is to become a woman by the king's side like the Countess du Barry.

This is why they spare no effort to please Jean Du Barry.

"Humph, you know nothing!"

Jean Dubarly glanced at the woman and said viciously:

"Can I not think about it? I almost lost my life!"

Of course, Jean Du Barry would never forget that that night, Count Falconet, who had been locked up in the Duke of Richelieu's residence, suddenly came to find him.

Since Count Falcone was previously a playboy who couldn't control his private parts, and Jean Dubarry was a well-known pimp, the two seemed to have a similar affinity and hit it off, and they got together a long time ago.

Jean Dubarly also wanted to please the future Duke, so he obeyed Count Falcone.

And that night, Count Falcone suddenly asked Jean Dubarry to mobilize his gang to attack and kill a convoy.

Jean Dubarry could not go against the young master's wishes, so he had no choice but to comply and convey the order to the King of Beggars.

It was not until later that he learned that the convoy he ordered to attack was actually the convoy of the damned Laurence Bonaparte.

For several nights after that, Jean Dubarry was haunted and could not sleep all night, fearing that the Duke of Richelieu would also clean him up in order to eliminate evidence.

It is said that Madame Du Barry of the Palace of Versailles personally came forward and wrote a letter to the Duke of Richelieu to intercede for Jean Du Barry, which saved his life.

Even so, Jean Du Barry still lived in fear every day, worried that the Duke of Richelieu would secretly kill him, and worried that he would be pushed to the guillotine if the matter was revealed.

"Damn it, I was really stupid at that time! Then Falcone is a eunuch and a useless person. Why should I listen to him?"

When he thought of this, Jean Dubarry became angry and slapped the water in front of him hard, causing a splash of water half a meter high.

At this moment, an employee suddenly rushed in in a panic, regardless of whether things were done inside, and loudly announced:

"Monsieur Du...Du Barry! There is someone outside looking for you. He claims to be Laurence Bonaparte!"

"What did you say?!"

When Jean Dubarry heard the name, he crawled out of the water like a frightened bird. He stood there naked for a while and then shouted:

"Damn it, get my clothes quickly!"

...

"We meet again, Monsieur Du Barry."

In the hall of Velvet Love, Lawrence smiled and said to Jean Du Barry in front of him.

Behind Lawrence were the two auditors who had been borrowed from Montmartre at noon.

Jean Du Barry ran out in a hurry without even wiping his hair. After confirming that the person in front of him was indeed Laurence Bonaparte, he couldn't help but shudder, fearing that the other party was here for that attack.

"Ha... I'm so glad, Bonaparte... Your Excellency."

Jean Dubarly suppressed his trembling voice and greeted Lawrence with a stiff smile.

When they last met, this Corsican country bumpkin was just a small chief in a remote place, and Jean Du Barry even believed that his status in Paris was higher than his.

In less than a month, Jean Du Barry had to bow his head in front of Lawrence and call him "Your Excellency" respectfully and gritted his teeth.

Jean Dubarry glanced at Lawrence with fear and fear, and asked:

"So, Monsignor Bonaparte, why are you here this time...?"

"Mr. Du Barry, before we get down to business, I have a small request, regarding the title."

Lawrence looked at the wet and embarrassed Jean Dubarry teasingly, and said slowly:
Chapter completed!