The speeding carriage took less than 10 minutes to reach their destination at the residence of Baron Achille Fuld. In front of this mansion, renowned for its luxury, Jerome Bonaparte once again felt the allure of wealth.
The mansion, surrounded by iron railings on both sides, covered an area almost 10 times that of the Rhine Inn where Jerome Bonaparte resided. Perhaps it was the protection of the divine (or was it money?) that spared this mansion from the two proletarian revolutions in February and June, which instead destroyed the civilian buildings flanking the mansion.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! It seems the shells of capitalism also know to steer clear of the wealthy!" Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help but blurt out with malicious amusement.
Mathilde, standing beside Jerome Bonaparte, remained silent and pinched his knuckle with her slender fingers, so that her little brother would remember this lesson.
"Hiss!"
