Chapter 267: The Arena of Fame and Profit (5K)

Arthur heard these words, looked up, and took a glance at the girl standing at the door.

Her pale golden ponytail was wrapped at the back of her head with a neatly tied white scarf, and her quite new floral white dress, though not luxurious, looked fresh and tidy.

Add to that her somewhat uneasy expression and the hands that didn't know where to rest but gently fidgeted with the hem of her dress, one glance was enough to tell that this girl must have just arrived from the countryside to the fog and industrial fumes of London.

If Arthur had met this girl anywhere else, he would most likely have taken off his hat to ask if she needed any help.

As a police officer, Arthur clearly understood how crucial it was for such naive young women to take the right first steps in London.

Every year, countless carts full of young women harboring vain dreams came to the cold London, hoping to find a well-paying job and perhaps even a suitable romantic match.