The situation was even more embarrassing for him, as he himself had tens of millions of livres invested and was stuck in several banks that had run into trouble.
He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Did he have to turn to the Industrial Development Fund as well?
The door opened, and the butler Donadian walked in and bowed, "Master, all the guests have arrived."
The Duke of Orleans nodded, rose from his seat with extreme fatigue, and walked toward the grand hall on the second floor.
The two-story-high doors were pushed open by guards, but the scene behind them sent a chill through his heart—apart from about ten people from the Banking Guild, there were only seven or eight nobles, sparsely standing in the vast hall.
Just a few days ago when he had convened the nobility to counteract Necker's policies with "not borrowing money from the government," the hall had been bustling with people, hardly any space to stand.
The morale of the people had dissipated...