"Currently, I want to first understand some specific situations within the Murong family, including the group, and find out whether he has left a specific inheritance letter."
Madam Murong had no other choice now and said: "I know, I will figure this out."
So, the two of them had no more words to say, silent, silent...
Murong Mian turned his head and looked at the wide street outside, which was full of British-style buildings. It was a pretty city, but he didn't like it, not at all.
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On the other side, Ji Mianmian was assigned a room at Murong's house. She did not take out the clothes from her luggage. She always felt that she might not stay in this place for too long.
The room is beautifully decorated in a European retro palace style. Even if it is just a guest room, the furnishings are very exquisite.
Murong Mian opened the curtains and looked outside. This manor occupied a very large area. Just from the manor where the Murong family lived, we could imagine how rich the Murong family was. It was no wonder that Mrs. Murong wanted to marry her husband. Seize this huge fortune after death.
Ji Mianmian sighed, walked around the room, turned and went downstairs.
Downstairs, a young mixed-race man came in. He shouted loudly when he entered the door: "Where have all the people died?"
The Murong family's maid stepped forward and said, "Master Claude."
Claude is the son of Murong Zhihong's sister. Her sister is married to a local man from England. She is usually very pampered. She is not too old, but she does not miss anything in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling.
The maids of the Murong family were most afraid of this young cousin coming over, because he was never willing to let go of any maid who looked pretty good.
Claude touched the maid's butt obscenely and asked, "Where is my cousin who ran away from home?"
The maid lowered her head and endured it, saying, "The young master went to visit the husband."
Claude's pimple-covered face was full of disdain: "Tch, you really didn't want to waste a second and just ran to fawn over... If you are so filial, why did you disappear for several months for no reason?"
The maid didn't say anything. Is it flattering for someone's own son to only look at his father? On the other hand, he was the best. Since his husband was hospitalized, no one was at home, so he kept coming here every now and then, almost treating this place as his own home.
Do you really think that this Murong family can finally become his
The young master is still alive and well. They all wish that the young master is dead.
Claude walked around the large and luxurious living room and said, "Go and get me a bottle of wine. I want the 1982 bottle."
The maid was very embarrassed: "Master Claude, then... those wines belong to the gentleman. The gentleman has said that no one else is allowed to touch them. Even the young master must get permission from the gentleman if he wants to drink."
Murong Hong has a hobby, that is, he likes wine. He owns two wine estates, but his favorite is the 1982 vintage. He bought some at a discount and put them in the wine cellar. They are very precious.
Claude's expression suddenly changed, "You say it again?"
The maid trembled with fear: "I...I...that was collected by...Mr. We don't dare to touch it in private..."
Snapped…
There was a crisp sound, and the maid almost fell down after being beaten. She covered her face and did not dare to cry or cry out.
Claude kicked him over: "Am I someone else? Am I? I'm his nephew. What's wrong with me wanting to drink a bottle of wine? Get it for me, get it right away..."