I Became a Plutocrat in World War I: Starting with Saving France-Chapter 45: After modification - Seeing you is not an easy thing

Chapter 45: After modification: Chapter 45 Seeing you is not an easy thing

Shire was escorted home, surrounded by his neighbors.

Because of this, Teddy instantly became the hero, receiving a flurry of praise from the neighbors. The beautiful and charming Madam Chatham even hugged his chubby face and kissed him.

Shire looked at Teddy’s enraptured expression with some jealousy. It wasn’t fair. Wasn’t he the one who had been scared and almost kidnapped? He was the one who needed comfort more!

Just as they got home, Dejoka, having received the news, rushed back in a whirlwind.

Camille angrily pushed Dejoka, blaming him for Shire’s "dangerous encounter". She believed that if Shire hadn’t come back alone, this wouldn’t have happened.

However, Shire felt that even if Dejoka had been there, it wouldn’t have changed anything. They had guns, both of them, what could Dejoka have done?

But, Shire had a vague feeling that this was probably a misunderstanding.

If this had been assassins sent by capitalists or someone else to harm him, they wouldn’t have made it so obvious. They wore custom suits and fine ties that were immediately noticeable and definitely expensive, which stood out in the relatively poor Davaz Town.

Moreover, after confirming Shire’s identity, they could have just shot him and then fled in their car. There was no need to carry Shire into their car.

If it had been some low-level kidnappers looking for ransom, they would have worn sunglasses and popped their coat collars up to avoid being recognized.

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The sky gradually darkened. After a long day and the shock he had just experienced, Shire didn’t plan to go back to the factory that night. Camille wouldn’t allow it either. He haphazardly ate some bread to fill his stomach, then took a bath, changed into his pajamas, and hurriedly hid under the covers.

Perhaps due to adrenaline, Shire, who had previously been incredibly sleepy, was now exceptionally awake, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

Dejoka and Camille sat at the dining table, their faces heavy with worry. They were anxious about the incident but tried not to show it in front of Shire.

"They might come back!" Camille’s eyes were filled with irrational fear. "And we don’t even know who they are!"

"Don’t worry, Camille!" Dejoka consoled her, "From now on, I will stay by Shire’s side every minute. I swear!"

Although Camille nodded, she couldn’t calm the worry in her heart.

Those people were hiding in the dark; if they wanted to hurt Shire, they would always find a way unless Shire never left the house again.

Then, a few dog barks could be heard from outside, headlights flashed, and the sound of an engine approached. A car drove up and stopped outside the house.

The atmosphere instantly became tense. Dejoka gestured for Camille to be quiet and cautiously approached the window, peeking outside.

When he saw a few shadows getting out of the car and walking towards the house, he decisively turned around, grabbed a double-barreled shotgun from the wall, and fished out some bullets from a drawer.

While frantically loading the gun, Dejoka ordered Camille in an unquestionable tone, "Upstairs, watch over Shire!"

Terrified, Camille instantly turned pale. She covered her mouth, trying not to scream, and stumbled up the stairs, only to find Shire at the other end.

"Father!" Shire called out calmly. He tried to stop Dejoka’s overreaction. "They might not be bad people. Otherwise, why would only three of them break into the town?"

Dejoka paused. He thought Shire might be right.

The neighbors had just helped with the incident that afternoon—if these three people were looking for trouble, it would be like courting death.

But Dejoka still didn’t let his guard down. He stood, gun in hand, back against the doorframe, and shouted outside, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The three people didn’t answer. One of them stepped forward and said softly, "Mr. Dejoka, General Gallieni wants to talk to Shire."

Dejoka’s eyes widened in disbelief. General Gallieni? He wanted to see Shire?

Half doubting, Dejoka turned to peek out through the door crack. Although the faint light didn’t reveal their faces, the old man in the middle with a cane exuded an extraordinary aura, and Dejoka believed a bit more.

After hesitating for a while, Dejoka unlocked and cautiously opened a sliver of the door. When the light cast onto the old man’s face, Dejoka finally recognized him and exclaimed, throwing the door wide open:

"General Gallieni, it is really you! It is... an honor!"

"Sorry for this, General, please come in!"

General Gallieni didn’t move. He gave Dejoka a puzzled look at the shotgun in his hand.

Realizing his mistake, Dejoka quickly unloaded the gun and placed it on the table, explaining, "Sorry, General, we thought you were..."

"Villains?" General Gallieni raised an eyebrow. "My guards met your neighbors this afternoon!"

Dejoka instantly understood the "kidnapping incident" was a misunderstanding. Looking at the two bruised and embarrassed men following General Gallieni, it was apparent they were the "suspects" beaten away.

Upstairs, Camille clung to Shire, not understanding the conversation below and thinking Dejoka was forced to put down his gun. Trembling with fear, she tried to hide with Shire.

"That is General Gallieni, mother!" Shire reassured Camille. "It’s alright, it’s just a misunderstanding!"

Shire had seen pictures of Gallieni in the newspaper and recognized him immediately, even in casual clothes.

"Gallieni? No, how could Gallieni..." Camille was confused until General Gallieni entered the room. Under the light, he took off his hat and handed it to someone beside him. Recognizing him, Camille exclaimed, "Oh my God, it really is him, General Gallieni! How... how..."

General Gallieni glanced upstairs, politely nodding to Camille and Shire. "My apologies, Madam Bernard, and Shire. I hope this afternoon’s incident didn’t frighten you. My subordinates are not good at handling this sort of thing."

The sudden turn of events left Camille at a loss. Unable to believe someone like Gallieni could just appear before them, she stood frozen until Shire nudged her to her senses.

"No, General, of course... not!" she stammered, completely flustered. "It... is an honor, we are fine!"

Shire shrugged, recalling how she’d almost jumped out of the window moments ago.

"You must be Shire," General Gallieni fixed his gaze on Shire, his steady voice carrying a hint of inquiry. "Can we talk?"

"Of course, General!" Shire descended the stairs.

Just then, a neighbor’s voice came from outside: "Everything alright, Mr. Dejoka?"

Clearly, the neighbors had noticed the commotion and were worried the visitors were troublemakers. Some even had their own guns ready, as Dejoka saw through the window.

"All good!" Dejoka quickly responded, pausing to add, "It’s a client, Daniel. They’ve come to discuss business!"

The neighbors relaxed. "Just give a shout if you need anything, Dejoka. We’re here!"

"Will do!" Dejoka expressed his gratitude.

Gallieni raised an eyebrow helplessly, giving a self-deprecating smile to Shire as he descended the stairs. "It’s not easy to meet you, Shire, I practically risked my life!"