The Duke of Orleans suddenly remembered something and hurriedly grabbed the steward, "Has Ravier been found?"
The steward was somewhat confused and quickly bowed, "I will send someone to inquire immediately."
The Duke of Orleans closed the door to the hall with the back of his hand and paced back and forth, cursing under his breath, "That fool Ravier, why didn't he prepare more!"
He suddenly stopped, realizing that no matter how Necker had eluded the poisoning, he most likely would no longer believe the lie of being "saved to go to England."
That is to say, the dealings between Necker and the banks were very likely to become known to the Royal Family.
He pulled over a chair and sat down tiredly, feeling agitated and at a loss—what to do next?