After all, those who were born in Whitechapel, the most chaotic place in London, are definitely not lacking in brains. Although Anne and Derek are not big shots, they can still find a few useful people. So in the end, the couple looked for candidates separately, and then borrowed the staff of Mycroft to conduct background checks and then sent them to the Meckhill Manor to help the two siblings after simple training. So Mia has always been patient with Mycroft, the cunning fox. As long as he doesn't do anything that breaks the bottom line, she will not betray her ally, and will cooperate with this small employee of the British government for a long time in the future, making full use of the title of Earl of Leamington to achieve her goals. Who is the alliance? Before you have enough power to protect yourself, you still have to keep a low profile. "Alas, when will you grow up?" Mia sighed as she looked at the serious little Arthur sitting in front of the piano. Maurice Leamington

But it's good, smart people know what's best for themselves, instead of relying on their own intelligence and thinking that they can control everything, both sides get what they want, and everyone is happy. But there are also things that are not so happy. "Please sign here." The lawyer guided Mia to sign the documents. After completing these, the properties belonged to the earl. As for the part that belonged to the earl, there was no need for the earl, who was less than six years old, to sign, because his mother had already done this for him. Mia said nothing, browsed through the documents and began to sign non-stop. The transfer of real estate ownership in the Victorian era required countless documents to be signed. The relevant documents for a house could fill a whole box! Not to mention the property left by her stepfather and grandmother, there were so many that she signed until her hands were numb. And the lawyer who came from afar to handle the business was not much easier

Mia, who was facing them, looked at the different expressions of the mother and son and didn't know what to say. Although Morris Leamington was a bastard, at least give the dead a little respect, right? You guys were so blatantly performing facial expressions at his funeral, isn't that a bit too much? But in the end, she didn't say anything. It was too much, it had nothing to do with her. Did she have to condemn Viscount Bridgerton? No, if you really want to say it, at this funeral, apart from Alice Flynn and the children she gave birth to, would anyone really feel sad about Morris Leamington's death? I'm afraid not. Glancing at the guests who threw white roses on the coffin, Mia once again lamented the cheap grandfather's rotten popularity. Not to mention being sad, if there were a few people who didn't still care about their dignity, they would probably open champagne to celebrate on the spot! Shaking her head slightly, she didn't pay attention to these people anymore. After at

The two of them have known each other for such a long time. He only knew that this lady should have a good woodcutter, but he didn't know that she was also very knowledgeable in the art of chopping people... And he didn't listen to his advice. She also knew some art of carving, so she was very flexible. What did she want to carve? His bones? Mycroft, who was always good at speaking, decided to keep his mouth shut and not provoke this angry lady. "So you came to me?" Sherlock looked at his brother sitting opposite him in silence. If he couldn't afford to offend others, how could he afford to offend him? "I just came to ask about your progress." Mycroft felt tired. One by one, they were not good-tempered people. What sin had he committed? "Progress?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and looked at Mycroft. "Did the lady urge you?" When he came, the countess was holding her brother's hand and standing upstairs to watch him, but now she has been missing for a long time. Did she reach an agr

Now that she was in this rare bloody relationship, she felt a little overwhelmed. You guys love and hate each other, and you're fighting for property and titles. You don't even care about the legitimate target, and you focus all your firepower on the innocent unlucky guy? Touching her face, it hurt so much when removing the scars, but it turned out to be a bunch of bastards who made a mess. What should she do if she really wants to hurt others? "Calm down, okay?" Mycroft saw that Mia's expression was getting worse and worse, and he quickly took the initiative to remind her not to be too impulsive. He could understand her anger. Her father was dead, and her future was half over. She was supposed to be a countess who didn't have to worry about anything. This gap was unbearable for anyone, but it was not a good idea to chop people by yourself. Mycroft naturally thought of the lady's wood-cutting level some time ago, and he didn't want to witness her chopping people at all. "Do I loo