Ms. Camille grew more interested due to the strangeness of Dutch and the others.
She wanted to see what method this man, who was full of an undeniable aura of violence, would use to carry out the so-called feminist reform.
A smile appeared on Ms. Camille's face, and then she elegantly extended her hand and lightly shook Dutch's.
"Hello, Mr. Arthur, it's a pleasure to meet you."
A strange look flashed in Dutch's eyes, but the smile on his face never faded.
"Oh, Ms. Camille, it's also a pleasure to meet you."
He looked at Ms. Camille, who had a delicate face, and the shock in his heart was no less.
Camille Morgan. There was nothing wrong with this name, after all, Arthur was also called Arthur Morgan.
However, combined with her Morgan surname, and Ms. Dorothea's initial introduction of her with little information, it was clear that Ms. Camille's background must be significant, perhaps even from the Morgan Family on Wall Street in New York.
As for what kind of entity the Morgan Family in New York was?
It could be said this way.
In 1899 America, you might not know the President of the United States, but you couldn't not know John Pierpont Morgan, or JP Morgan for short.
Further introductions were unnecessary now; it was enough to know that the General Electric Company, mentioned earlier, was formed through JP Morgan's efforts.
In 1900, the Morgan Company's railroads stretched for 108,000 kilometers, accounting for two-thirds of all railroads in the United States at that time.
There was no need to introduce subsequent developments.
In short: JP Morgan, the world's creditor.
At least until his death, he was undoubtedly the number one on Wall Street, the lifeblood of the American economy.
In any case, if Ms. Camille was truly a member of the Morgan Family, then her influence in this capitalist America would be immense.
With total assets of 12 billion US dollars, Cornwall's wealth at the time might not even compare to a fraction of hers.
Therefore, if the Morgan Family was truly behind Ms. Camille, then one could imagine how great her current influence was.
Dutch had some guesses in his heart, but he didn't care.
Such goodwill and help from the upper class were not obtained by fawning; their social interactions only needed one reason: interest.
Dutch needed to have interests that would catch their eye to have a deeper cooperation with Ms. Camille.
As for her visit this time, it was probably due to her curiosity about the handling of feminist issues.
If he wasn't mistaken, Dutch wouldn't see her again after this.
Because apart from the feminist aspect, Dutch really couldn't find any possibility of having an intersection with her.
Of course, it didn't matter whether there was an intersection or not; in this era without nuclear bombs, or even planes or Tanks, the so-called steel tycoons and ultimate conglomerates would have no ability to fight back against guns and cannons.
Otherwise, Ciel would not have almost succeeded in protecting the world.
Ms. Dorothea's introductions continued.
"Oh, Mr. Arthur, this is Ann Heidy. She is one of the leaders of the Saint Denis feminist movement, and Ann is very happy with your plan, which is why she is here today."
Ms. Dorothea introduced the lady next to Ms. Camille.
Dutch looked over. Ms. Ann Heidy was not very old, with the typical appearance of a European and American Bai Ren woman, and her figure was well-maintained, her skin fair, and she seemed to have a certain charm.
Ms. Ann Heidy was not prominent in the story, but in reality, her family also held a significant position in Saint Denis. The trams and various electrical equipment in Saint Denis were the Heidi Family's business; it wasn't extremely profitable, but it couldn't be underestimated. Most importantly, the Heidi Family was also a councilor family in Louisiana, holding a very high status in the state.
Dutch smiled and extended his hand to gently shake Ms. Ann Heidy's hand, behaving with utmost gentility.
"Oh, Mrs. Heidi, it's a pleasure to meet you."
A foxy smile appeared on Ann Heidy's still charming noblewoman's face, her eyes curving as she reached out to shake Dutch's hand, rubbing it back and forth in his palm, her voice also carrying a different kind of allure.
"Oh, Mr. Arthur, actually, compared to Mrs. Heidi, I prefer you call me Ann, after all, I am already a widow."
Ms. O'Shea, standing behind Dutch, was almost red-faced, and Jenny stood by, watching eagerly, not daring to make a sound.
Dutch smiled and withdrew his hand.
"Oh, well, Ms. Ann, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"This is Ms. Alice Lemieux, she is also one of the representatives of women's rights in Saint Denis. Ms. Alice is very fond of your ideas, which is why she is here."
Dutch looked at the last woman, who also had the typical appearance of a Bai Ren woman, with fair skin, delicate and profound features, and most importantly, she was very young, looking no more than twenty, full of youthful vitality.
"Oh, Ms. Alice, it's a pleasure to meet you." Dutch smiled and extended his hand.
Alice Lemieux, this name was not uncommon, except that the mayor of Saint Denis was named Henry Lemieux.
Simply put, Ms. Alice was a member of the Lemieux Family, which was also the ruling family of Saint Denis, with similar strength to the Heidi Family, also a family of councilors. Moreover, the Lemieux Family's councilors clearly had much more say, otherwise, the mayor wouldn't be Henry Lemieux.
"Oh, Mr. Arthur, it's a pleasure to meet you. I can hardly imagine that someone who can bring relevant benefits to women would actually be a man, which I find very novel. Oh, I don't mean anything bad, I just find it very new!" Ms. Alice looked at Dutch and the people behind him, feeling incredibly novel.
She had never encountered people with such an aura since she was little. Mr. Arthur and the people behind him, how should she put it? It felt like a wolf entering a pack of huskies; although they smiled, they always made her feel a little palpitated.
The four women chatted with Dutch, smiling, while Hosea and Arthur, sitting nearby, had their faces almost frozen from smiling. Although they couldn't interject, it didn't hinder their inner shock.
Damn it, these desperadoes were actually sitting and chatting with people from these prominent families; it felt as strange as a Vampire having coffee with God!