The hot soup was eaten up by Sam, and his stomach felt comfortable after a long time.
It turns out that the feeling of being full is so happy.
Lying back on the big bed again, Sam looked at his well-wrapped wound and fell into deep thought.
Just now I heard from the maid that this soup was made by her special order.
This noble lady didn't seem to be as bad as he imagined.
Sam looked at the bright moonlight outside the window with a faint smile on his lips.
Under the huge crystal chandelier, Si Tu was wearing a cashmere blanket and holding a book.
She didn't read any of the words on it.
Why is there still no movement
It shouldn't be, she saw him take a sip with her own eyes, and the bowl was also empty.
The hasty sound of horseshoes came from outside the door, and the servants bowed and greeted, interrupting Si Tu's thoughts.
After closing the book, Si Tu rubbed his swollen temples.
It seems that trouble has come again.
"Status Magritte!"
A majestic and angry voice sounded, and Si Tu casually raised his eyes, not caring.
The man was dressed in an exquisite and luxurious tuxedo, his hair was combed brightly, and he strode forward.
If you ignore his angry expression, well, he should be considered a gentleman.
"Father, good night."
Standing up slowly, Si Tu held up her skirt, saluted gracefully and said hello.
Ah, the damned aristocratic etiquette.
Beside Burne Magritte was a lady in a dark blue dress. The jewels on her neck were aquamarine crystals that attracted all the ladies in the royal city.
"May the God of Light bless you, my mother."
Si Tu bowed his knees again to say hello.
"Oh, my dear daughter, with your self-cultivation, how could you do such a thing that shames the family?"
The lady took out a handkerchief, stroked Bourne's shoulder, and wiped away her tears.
"You'd better give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise, the Magritte family won't recognize you as the eldest daughter!"
Bourne was irritated by her indifferent attitude, and tried his best to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.
But all of this, in Si Tu's eyes, there is only ridicule.
With frivolous eyebrows, she raised her chin slightly, and the corners of Si Tu's mouth slowly curled up.
This look is really arrogant.
It seems that if you don't give him an answer, there will be a lot of trouble tonight.
"My dear mother, can you leave me a space to talk with my father alone, I don't think the God of Light will refuse my lady's request."
Bourne was about to say something, but Si Tu stopped him with a look.
"Madam, go back to the room and rest first, I will persuade her."
Feeling that Situ's victory is within his grasp, Bourne is rarely flustered. Could it be that she knew about it
Ella stopped crying, looked deeply at her daughter, and finally followed the maid back to the room.
Sitting back on the sofa again, Si Tu sipped his coffee unhurriedly, his eyes were cold.
"You are the eldest daughter of the Magritte family, you know, you shoulder..."
"Shoulder the responsibility of marriage."
Situ interrupted him rudely.
This is the case, irrefutable.
Although the eldest daughter's reputation is good, it is nothing more than a sacrifice to bring the family to a higher level.
"Father went to Caton Heights today?"
Asked by Si Tu, panic flashed in Bourne's green eyes.
"I am accompanying your mother to inspect the manor..."
"It turns out that my father also knew that it belonged to my mother's manor."
Si Tu took a low sip of the slightly bitter coffee, with a mocking expression on his face.
Mother's family Robert was far richer than the Magritte family.
But Bourne is a restless master, insisting on causing trouble.
"Status Magritte, what do you mean?"
Look, he's in a hurry.
Si Tu stirred the silver spoon, his movements were elegant, but with supreme sarcasm.
"Do you need me to speak more clearly, my beloved father?"
Throwing the spoon back into the porcelain cup heavily made a harsh sound.
"Is this your training as the eldest daughter of the Magritte family?"
Bourne was irritated by her resistance and lost his mind a little bit.
It seems that there is really no tears without seeing the coffin.
"Well, I wonder if my dear sister can live comfortably in Cotton Manor?"
What a fine man to raise a mistress' daughter on his mother's estate.
Bourne's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in a trembling voice, "Impossible, I obviously..."
"It's obvious that the gods don't know it?"
Si Tu chuckled, that voice was like a cool breeze passing through the hall, bit by bit freezing Bourne's heart.
"There is an old saying in the East, if you want to be unknown to others, you must do nothing yourself."
Putting the jewelry that Bourne gave to Alice in front of him, Situ smiled ironically,
"This sentence is especially suitable for my father."
Bourne growled hysterically, no longer maintaining that ridiculous gentleman's etiquette.
"In the end what you want?"
Finally getting to the point, Si Tu tidied up the folds of his dress lazily, and said with a light smile,
"Don't worry about my business, father. In exchange, I will help you bring Alice to Magritte Manor."
It's safe to put it under your nose.
She didn't want to let her come back after she was full-fledged outside.
"make a deal."
As if leaving, Bourne slumped on the sofa, as if he had aged ten years.
With red lips curled up, Si Tu leaned on the cold escalator, looked back and said,
"Then... I wish my father a sweet dream."
He was so proud just now, but now he has died down.
Really, I can't stand the threat.
When passing by Sam's room, Si Tumei narrowed her eyes, the door was not too big and not too small, just enough to see what happened in the living room at a glance.
It seems that people are not dead yet.
Sure enough, people with the aura of villains are different.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the teenager quickly hid behind the door, feeling inexplicably ashamed of peeping.
There was too much movement in the living room, and he opened the door only to inquire about the news.
It's just that she didn't expect that she... would confront her earl's father for him.
Even, she succeeded.
She is far smarter and braver than he imagined.
Perhaps, he should try to let go of his hostility.
Sasim's movements touched his wound, and blood spilled out, soaking the gauze.
But as if he couldn't feel the pain, he secretly looked at Situ who was leaving along the crack of the door.
[Has his blackening value dropped?]
If there is still no movement after such maintenance, then she can only find another way.
[No, no]
The tone of the system is weak.
Heh, he is really a cold-hearted man.
Si Tu returned to the room, put on a black cloak, and walked out of the manor under the moonlight.
[Hey, host, where are you going?]
At night, sleep is not active, thinking has problems.
[Of course, go, buy, kill, kill, people]
If sleeping pills don't work, then try another method. She doesn't believe that he is really indestructible!
Came to a dark and secluded place, Situ cut straight to the point,
"Ten gold bars, help me kill a person."
The scar on the man's right face was particularly terrifying, he asked in a hoarse voice,
"who?"
Si Tu paused slightly, but still made up his mind,
"Sam of Magritte Manor."
(end of this chapter)