Chapter 111 Candidates

In fact, Sheffield wanted to just sit there and not have to face the woman in front of him. He had just sent Anne back to school. After a long silence, he spoke weakly, "My dearest partner, the beautiful, kind and generous Miss Edith, may I ask what important matter has brought you to Austin?"

"William, don't be so cold! This time I am representing the Rockefeller family to help Standard Oil settle in Texas. After all, I am also a member of Rockefeller!" Edith Rockefeller gave a charming glance, twisted her charming figure, and sat next to Sheffield.

Sheffield moved his butt slightly away from Edith and said sneerly, "Stop it. Everyone in Chicago knows who you are. Wearing a dress to a ball is what you should do. You represent the Rockefeller family and lead an exploration team to Texas to develop your business? Tomorrow I will send my black back to the Austin Police Department. I think you can be a sheriff without any problem."

"Your mouth still stinks as always!" Edith Rockefeller glared at Sheffield fiercely, and the high heels on her jade feet swayed, as if she wanted to poke Sheffield, the bastard, to death with her pointed heels.

"Have you tried it?" Unfortunately, the Texas landlord had no desire to survive in his own territory. He turned a blind eye to this obvious threat, glanced at the pair of beautiful feet, and commented neutrally, "Oh, new style, woo..."

Sheffield was pinned down, his hands grasping at the air. If someone came in from the door now, they would only see an exaggeratedly raised butt swaying and a pair of hands flapping as if drowning.

"I've tasted it, and it really stinks!" Edith Rockefeller shook her long hair, smoothed it with her bare hands, and said with a stern expression. Only Sheffield, who was slumped in the sofa with a confused look on his face, was left, staring at the ceiling.

How could this woman be so strong? Sheffield took a deep breath and said with a horrified expression, "You are so perverted. You are a married woman. Can you respect your husband?"

"People who like me can go around Chicago!" Edith Rockefeller snorted, "but my husband doesn't seem to think so. He prefers a mistress who obeys him in everything."

"No, it can be lined up from the United States to France!" Sheffield rolled his eyes and sat on another sofa. Edith Rockefeller saw him and teased, "It's good to be young."

"This is not a question of youth. You are a married woman, understand?" Sheffield said righteously, "You can't do this. You should also know that my family runs several prisons in Texas, and there are all kinds of criminals in them. I have talked to a criminal who killed her adulterer."

"You have this hobby, what are you talking about?" Edith Rockefeller stretched out her hand and revealed the silk stockings under her skirt, not feeling that her behavior was inappropriate at all. Slowly, "You said that the noble ladies in Paris all like this kind of silk stockings. It is true that they are not elastic, but the problem of looseness can be solved by using small clips to connect them to the waist to make suspender stockings. You seem to be very knowledgeable about women's clothing, and you can actually think of this solution."

Look, this is a matter of vision. Sheffield was about to brag about himself when he was suddenly stunned. He seemed not to be talking about this issue just now. He added in a more serious tone, "The prisoner killed the adulterer and asked me if I was brave at the end."

Yeah! Edith Rockefeller nodded, her hands on her knees, her chin resting, waiting for the next words. Sheffield continued, "I think you should kill the adulterer and your wife together. Otherwise, you will have a long way to go before you can get out of here. She can still do whatever she wants outside. Your crime is unnecessary."

"So I won't have anything to do with a married woman, Edith!" Sheffield let out a long sigh, "I'm not afraid of your husband, but this kind of thing is immoral."

Sheffield is not abnormal. Of course he wants the woman who comes to him to carry the burden. But it would be different if it was a married woman, especially given Edith and her identities.

"You are much better than my husband in this respect. He is not picky about food! Do you want me to show you the photos of his mistresses?" Edith Rockefeller's eyes flashed with sadness, and she cleared her throat and said, "Okay, let me think about it, and let's discuss business. This time I really came to Texas with an exploration team. Chicago doesn't need me anyway, and I will no longer be involved in my husband's affairs. There is one more thing I want to ask for your opinion. I have already asked Mrs. Anna's opinion in Arlington, and she said that she would ignore the matter. Let me ask you what you think."

"I'm not looking!" Stop it, Sheffield doesn't want to wash his eyes. He knows too well what a person looks like with the photography technology of this era. Unless a person is extremely beautiful or handsome enough to break the limitations of the times, the photos taken can only be described as eye-catching.

A woman who looks good can be as mediocre as possible in the photos. He was wondering where to find actors for the film industry in this era. Anyway, Edith Rockefeller is definitely not good. She is not good-looking enough to be destroyed by photography technology. Usually, she is only a seven-point girl. Makeup and clothes add a few points. Once on camera, she is only half the score. It is completely the opposite of the era of beauty cameras.

"Let's talk about something important, Miss Edith!" Sheffield didn't care at all about how many mistresses her husband had. She would have no less in the future anyway, so there was no need to envy such things.

"The cooperation between the two families has already been decided, so I won't say much. But there is one thing you don't know yet. My father and brother want to ask the Sheffield family for their opinions." Edith Rockefeller put her legs together and began to explain another purpose of her visit. "Before I came, the Democratic Party held a convention in Chicago. Although it was not a formal Democratic convention and no presidential candidate was decided, William Bryan was very popular and was welcomed by many Democrats. What do you think?"

"You mean, the Rockefeller family doesn't like this person!" I sat and watched! Sheffield glanced at Edith Rockefeller and said calmly, "You also know..."

"It's not that the Rockefeller family doesn't like this person. Currently, everyone, including Carnegie, Andrew, and Morgan, doesn't like this person!" Edith Rockefeller shook her finger and said, "No one likes this person."

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When I’m stuck in writing, I’ll just write about daily life, and then I can change my habit of posting personal opinions. But the key is that in this environment, writing about women is as dangerous as posting personal opinions. It’s really too difficult.

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