The news about Jerome Bonaparte piqued Victor Hugo's interest. As he put down the newspaper, eager to hear something about Jerome Bonaparte from François Hugo, his unreliable second son dashed his hopes once again.
"Haven't heard anything!" François Hugo shrugged, with a hint of self-mockery, said, "Father, you have to think. How could a rising political star like Prince Jerome Bonaparte possibly be in the same circle as me? Moreover, with someone like Baron Achille Fuld, who is solely focused on being the Bonaparte Clan's lackey, of course, he wouldn't allow Prince Bonaparte to engage in meaningless socializing with someone like me!"
"Oh? Are you saying that Achille Fuld has already become Jerome Bonaparte's lackey?" Victor Hugo's brows furrowed again, his words carrying an aggressive tone.
