Chapter 1424

In the Rodriguez Manor, Jason was walking down the stairs after organizing. The stack of books was too high and a bit unstable. He swayed and leaned against the railing of the stairs, moving down step by step.

A pair of hands was placed in the middle of the stack of books, taking the upper part away. Jason turned his head and saw Schiller walking down. He smiled a bit embarrassedly and said.

"Professor, did I take too many? But Tim asked me to take a few detective novels. He loves reading those. Constantine sent you several books that aren't sold on the market. He has been nagging me about them for several days."

"It's fine." Schiller walked down the stairs quickly, placed the books on the coffee table, patted Jason on the back, and said: "Go ask Merkel to find a rope to tie the books up. Otherwise, when Alfred comes to pick you up, you'll have to move the books over like this."

Jason nodded and ran to the back garden. Merkel was trimming the shrubs with gardening shears. Hearing Jason's words, he put down the gardening shears and walked toward the tool room next to him.

Just at this moment, the phone in the living room rang. Schiller walked over to answer it and said: "Hello, hello... Oh, Gordon, what's wrong? The police station had a power outage?... Okay, I know. You send her over."

Jason took the rope back and started tying the books. Schiller turned his head to look at him and said: "Gordon will send Harley over in a while. The police station had a power outage. He doesn't want Harley to eat fast food. I will book a restaurant, and then tell Alfred to pick you up later. We will go out to eat together."

"Or you and Harley don't go back tonight. I will send you both to school together tomorrow morning."

Jason thought about it, nodded to indicate that both were fine, and then focused on tying the books into categories. After Schiller finished calling Alfred, he paused for a short while and then picked up the receiver to dial.

"Hello, Miss Pamela, do you still remember the breakfast invitation I extended to you last time? I have some things to do tomorrow morning. Two children are staying with me. I have to send them to school tomorrow morning."

"No, it's not canceled. I just want to say, if you are free now, then let's meet at that Bingshan Restaurant in the South District in half an hour. We can have dinner together. But I hope you don't mind, because there are two other little guests."

"Okay, then it's settled. See you then."

Soon Gordon sent Harley over. When she just arrived, Harley said very unwillingly: "Why can't I eat pizza? Just because there's that tiny bit of chili that's almost invisible on it?"

Gordon said helplessly: "Because that's not healthy for a child."

"I'm already an adult!"

"The bone age on your physical examination report tells me that you are still very far from being an adult, Miss Harley." Schiller was buttoning his vest while walking down the stairs and said: "If you don't want to eat at the Bingshan Restaurant, I can also let Merkel bake a pizza for you. But you'd better consider it carefully, because my butler is an Englishman."

"Bingshan Restaurant?!" Harley immediately raised her tone, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Schiller and said: "That's the restaurant in the South District that exploded in popularity after opening! My god! Many people can't even get in line, and you actually managed to get a seat?!"

Schiller put on his suit jacket, then tidied his tie and said: "I think you might have some misunderstanding about my social status. But first, you have to go change your clothes. You can't enter that restaurant wearing slippers. Merkel."

The butler rushed in, patted Harley on the back, and said: "Miss Harley, please go to the cloakroom. The dress you brought last time has already been ironed."

Jason looked helpless, followed them to the cloakroom, and said: "My god, I hate wearing formal wear. It makes me look like an animal tamer in a circus."

After a while, Jason and Harley both changed their clothes. Jason wore a white shirt with light coffee-colored plaid suit pants common among children in Cat Getan's upper society, and suit-matching suspenders, but no tie. Merkel held a tie and chased after him a bit apologetically and said to Schiller: "Sir, I have tried my best, but I really can't catch him."

Harley rushed out of the cloakroom in a hurry. She wore a Baroque-collared ladies' shirt, with a black double-breasted waist-cinching long skirt made of wool outside, and dark brown over-the-knee socks and a pair of shiny Mary Jane shoes on her lower body. She also wore a brown beret decorated with pearl chains on her head.

Jason twisted left and right, seeming very uncomfortable with the restraint brought by the shirt. But Harley was very comfortable with the scarf around her neck and the gloves on her hands. One look and you could tell she often wore these kinds of clothes to enter and exit various occasions. However, considering their background, this was also normal.

Fortunately, when Schiller bent down to tie the tie for Jason, he stopped making trouble, stood quietly in place, and watched Schiller tie the cloth strip into a knot with dazzling techniques, then tucked the remaining part into his jacket. This also allowed the few of them to successfully arrive at the restaurant within the agreed time.

As soon as Schiller brought the two children in, Cobblepot greeted them. The waiter walked out. Just when Jason didn't understand what he was going to do, Harley had already followed the waiter to the seat.

"Can't we stay with the Professor?" Jason asked.

Harley seemed to have extraordinary patience, but she still used that slightly playful tone and said: "Of course not. In this kind of social rule of the upper society, we will be seen as children. Children can't listen to important things. We are only responsible for performing as puppets that show off his educational achievements."

"But I don't think the Professor would treat us like that."

"Of course. But we follow social rules just to not lose face for him." Harley shrugged slightly, and then acted like a real upper-society young lady, nodding and smiling at everyone who paid attention to her cute appearance.

Jason became nervous and said: "In other words, if I don't do well, I will lose face for the Professor?"

Harley nodded and said: "Whether you are teacher and student or father and son, as long as he brings you to a social occasion, you represent his educational achievements. I advise you to be honest. He hasn't been in a good mood lately. If you make him angry, he'll hang you on a tree."

"He wouldn't hang me on a tree. The only one who gets hung on a tree by him is Batman." Jason lowered his voice and said: "Just now I also heard him tell Merkel not to cut off the long branch facing south of the big tree in the courtyard. No wonder Batman is always hung on it."

At the entrance of the restaurant, Schiller walked in while chatting with Cobblepot.

"How is your mother's condition? The New Arkham Hospital is closer to your new house."

Cobblepot wore a very conservative dark blue suit. He had grown taller than when Schiller last saw him. Perhaps the improvement in economic conditions made his nutritional intake keep up. He no longer had the trouble of hereditary mental illness, his appetite became better, and although he was still not as strong as those burly gang leaders, he was no longer the thin, timid-looking person before.

"Thanks to you, she is very well. After the new hospital was built, we went there once. Mrs. Miller gave us a business card and said that for the next visit, we can call to make an appointment for the doctor to come to the house. This is quite convenient."

"I hope you do that. The environment of the hospital inevitably makes people feel nervous, while at home it won't. Have you had any symptoms of insomnia lately?" Schiller glanced at Cobblepot's dark circles and said.

"Oh, no, this isn't insomnia, Professor. It's just that I have a lot of things to do when the restaurant opens, so I haven't slept much these few days. In fact, my sleep is very good. Now I can sleep until dawn."

Cobblepot sent Schiller to the seat by the window. After sitting down, Schiller nodded to him and said: "I invited Miss Pamela to have dinner together. If she comes, please bring her here."

"Okay, do you need me to introduce the specialty dishes here to you?"

"No need, you go get busy."

Schiller saw that Cobblepot was very busy, because guests at quite a few tables cast their gazes here, seeming to imply that Cobblepot should go talk to them for a while. Some gazes were even so urgent that they were about to catch fire.

"He is a popular person." Harley straightened her body, only leaning the very top of her back against the chair back. Her posture and demeanor were impeccable, but her expression was a bit funny.

"Everyone says the owner of the Bingshan Restaurant has a close relationship with the Godfather, or that he is the Godfather's person. There are too many new rich people who want to get on the new Godfather's line, so they are willing to spend a lot of money to eat here."

"But in the past few days, the owner of the Bingshan Restaurant hasn't appeared. People who came here just ate, but didn't achieve their social goals. I didn't expect that the first time he appeared today was to greet you, Professor."

Harley blinked and stared at Schiller with a probing gaze. Schiller silently reached out to straighten the vase in the center of the table, met Harley's gaze, and said: "If they knew I was the Godfather's tutor, you would have to deal with endless trouble tonight."

"Hiss..."

Harley let out a gasp. She widened her eyes and looked at Schiller, saying: "You are Falcone's tutor?! No wonder you could book such a good seat by booking an hour in advance, and could let the owner of the Bingshan Restaurant wait for you at the door in advance!"

"This has nothing to do with that, Miss." Schiller shook his head and said: "In fact, if Detective Gordon, who just sent you here, came here, Cobblepot would also greet him at the door."

"No way?" Harley didn't believe it. She frowned and said: "How could someone with great power among the twelve families greet a policeman with great fanfare? If he dares to do this, isn't he afraid of being squeezed out by other family leaders?"

"At the beginning, his family's hereditary mental illness broke out, and he was picked up by Gordon. We two saved him, plus Professor Victor, the three of us saved him and his mother. That was when the old Godfather was still there."

Just as Harley and Jason were listening intently to the thrilling stories Schiller encountered when he first arrived in Cat Getan, a young lady walked over quickly, sat on the outermost stool, and handed the bag made of pearl chains to the waiter.

Harley's eyes widened immediately. Looking at the red-haired young lady opposite, she said in surprise: "Pamela?"

The reason she was surprised was that Pamela didn't wear a hoodie and jeans, or a short-sleeved shirt with a jacket like before, but wore a light purple slim-fitting strapless tight dress. The delicate fish-scale fabric shimmered with layered micro-light under the lights, and the exquisite collarbone chain was studded with an emerald, which just happened to match her green eyes.

"Don't look at me like that." Pamela picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, then said: "I told you long ago that our parents are the same type of people, thinking that as long as girls master social skills and dress themselves up beautifully, they will definitely be able to marry into a wealthy family."

Harley pouted upward, blew the bangs on her forehead, and shrugged. And Jason also took a sip of water and whispered: "At least they let you master a skill that can be used, right?"