What is it like to go from being poor and wandering from place to place to becoming, or rather playing the role of a successful, rich man? Arthur knows exactly what it's like. That black suit, clean-shaven face, trimmed hair, tie or bow tie, and the playful look as if he understood something in these conversations of rich people. It was all so annoying, but he couldn't stop playing his “rich” man role just for you.

It was at a birthday party for the mayor of St. Denis. Sent by Dutch to look for any information about the people at the party, anyone's property that could be stolen and sold, Morgan suddenly found you. You were standing at the buffet table, looking at everyone present with a bored look. You were clearly the daughter of one of the invited guests. That evening, Morgan had left not only with the information Dutch was looking for, but also with thoughts of you.

That was why, standing now at a party among the wealthy of St. Denis, in the courtyard of some company owner's house, Arthur was looking for you, and when he found you, he walked toward you with a calm gait, trying to calm his raging heart. Coughing, the man looked at you, smiling slightly.

“Nice evening, isn't it?”