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White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 126
What he thinks has nothing to do with Mia. There are so many things going on in Scotland. How can he have time to pay attention to irrelevant people? No matter what project it is, the side effect of rapid expansion is that there is a shortage of manpower, and the same is true for Luwos Manor. Before winter, thanks to Mia's spending, Luwos finally completed the repair of all infrastructure. The various furnishings, artworks, and decorations that were previously piled up in the warehouse can finally see the light of day and appear in the mansion. By the way, the empty warehouses and cellars are also filled with enough food to survive several winters. However, considering the problem of Luwos's growing population, these several winters are still to be discussed. "There are seven people coming from London this time. They are all retired from the battlefield and entered the police station. Together with the local staff, the number of security guards in the entire manor has exceeded 30.
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 127
Frieda smiled happily. What could be happier than getting other people's wealth into her own hands? "When I get the money back, I will definitely hold a grand ball!" She waved her fan and squinted her eyes happily. She had loved passionately when she was young, but now she even has grandchildren, and her love with her husband has long disappeared. What's left is the pursuit of luxurious life and beautiful flesh. But how can she pursue these things when she is in Africa? Fortunately, she will soon be able to return to London, the political center of the world, and live the life she really should live! Broussard was also smiling, "You can hold a grand ball if you want. At that time, we will have whatever we want, and the lights in Rosemary Manor will stay on all night!" He really missed those childhood days. There are too many beautiful memories in Rosemary Manor, the mansion that has been passed down by the Leamington family for hundreds of years. Until Morris got married, they,
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 128
"I helped her so much, so I deserve to be treated well next time I go to Scotland to chase a hurricane, right?" Lionel said naturally, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him. This is the bastard who wants to kill her brother and take the position of earl. Now that such a big problem has been solved, isn't it normal to provide some help? "Are you sick?" Mars looked at Lionel with a look of a lunatic. He spent so much time and energy, and asked him to help keep an eye on the place, and the result was to find logistics for himself abroad? It's more credible to say that you want to chase people! "Watch your tone, dear Mr. Pellesena, you are insulting a great project to explore the truth of the world." Lionel said unhappily, feeling insulted. What is sick? You can say I'm a jerk, but you can't insult my dreams and pursuits! When Lionel thought of his efforts in pursuing the truth of the world and challenging the limits of human beings, he suddenly burst out with an indom
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 129
Wait! Old Lady Leamington was stunned. Suddenly she remembered something and grabbed her maid’s hand. “What happened to Patricia and Catherine?” She had a horrified thought in her mind. Why didn’t the general go to find Broussard’s two children? Could it be that…………… The maid was also stunned. Patricia and Catherine? Master Broussard’s two married daughters? What happened to them? Oh oh oh oh, that’s right, they never showed up in this matter from beginning to end! Could they be implicated together? The maid took a breath. No, weren’t these two people in England? How could they go to Africa? “Go and send them a letter!” Old Lady Leamington shouted with shaking hands and a horrified face, and her voice broke. So after another round of chaos, the people sent out brought back the news, “Mrs. Sledge and Mrs. Matt set off for Africa after receiving Master Broussard’s letter, and there is still no news.” Old Lady Leamington rolled her eyes and fainted. "Madam! Madam?" The maid and
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 130
Her tone was serious, but Lionel's focus was on her last sentence. What did he mean by he knew nothing about the power of nature? Not only would he die, but even the people who followed him would die? Is there anyone in this world who knows the power of nature better than him?He is very professional, okay!Mr. Bresmons, who felt that his professionalism was slandered, looked unhappy, "Do you know what professionalism is? If I say I am the second in sports today, who dares to rank ahead of me?"Come on, he is a well-known athlete. Do you know how many people's eyes he will attract every time he takes action?You admit that you are second, but no one dares to admit that you are the first?Mia was stunned when she heard this, and couldn't help but hit Mr. Bresmons from head to toe. Finally, her eyes fell on his shoulder and sneered, "Just you? Is your shoulder injury healed? Mr. Athlete!"You have to sit sideways on the sofa, and you don't even dare to lean on the back of the sofa. How
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 131
As long as he doesn't mess around, Mia is happy to help train this duke to become the greatest extreme sports athlete of the 19th century, and provide various auxiliary tools for him to reach the top!According to Mia's observation, this guy is obviously a crazy lover of extreme sports, and it is very likely to succeed if he works hard on this... If it doesn't work, then he can only use hypnosis."Oh, what kind of fate do I have?" Mia sighed and made a schedule in the study, feeling that she was really unlucky. Why did she always encounter such pitfalls?"What kind of fate?" Arthur, who had just been tortured by the teacher, floated in. He was shocked when he heard Mia's words. What happened again?Just got the news from Mr. Holmes that their youngest uncle also died in Africa. Arthur was shocked to death, and now he is a little allergic to all the wind and grass in the outside world."...A not very reliable guest came to the door." Mia glanced at the haggard Arthur, and finally did n
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 132
"What the hell is that? He's a psychopath!" Mia was so angry that she wanted to chop him. "Who is this? He even told me proudly that he helped me a lot. Do I need his help?" She said that she was not joking when she asked Mrs. Leamington to personally take action on Broussard. In the eyes of this cheap great-grandmother, power is the most important thing. If anyone dares to compete with her for power, just look at her eldest son Maurice? Leamington will know. The two of them fought each other fiercely, and then they didn't see each other for 30 years. Even when his son died, he didn't shed a single tear of joy. Why should Broussard be an exception? As long as he dared to take action and she caught solid evidence, she wouldn't have to do anything about it. Mrs. Leamington could exile her son to a place where no one would shit! What was the result? Now Broussard still maintains the image of a pure little lamb in his mother's heart. The only thing that could work was that his death dealt
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 133
"......You are thanking people for the wine now?" Mycroft was speechless. Was his ally too excited and not in a good mind? "My own winery produces the product." Mia smiled slightly. If she came to Scotland and didn't open a winery, it would be a waste of time. How could she make such a mistake? Although it was not long, she really planned to take root in Scotland and run the business here well. Then, after buying the dock, buying another winery to expand the business, wouldn't it be normal? The two complement each other. If she lived long enough, she might catch up with the prohibition on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, copy the experience of her old friend, and directly run a one-stop smuggling service from the dock to make a lot of money. How could she waste such an advantage? Mycroft was stunned. He really didn't expect Mia to be able to do this. A distillery? Yes, Scotch whisky is indeed world-famous, but why is this thing so unrelated to her? "......You really have
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"I'm so glad you like it." Mia's eyes curved up. It was worth asking Mycroft about the Duke's preferences. "Do you want to have breakfast with us or later?"When she was in a good mood, her attitude towards others was also good. She happily asked the Duke about his plan."Even breakfast is eaten separately here?" Bassett felt that since he came to Luworth, his life concept has been challenged. Whose breakfast is divided into time periods?"We have to take into account the different habits of different people." Mia smiled, handed the reins to the groom, and walked side by side with Bassett on the road of the manor to explain the situation to him, "People who are used to getting up early will have breakfast at eight o'clock, and those who get up late will have breakfast at eleven o'clock; the same is true for dinner, people who go to bed early will have breakfast at six o'clock, and those who go to bed late will have breakfast at ten o'clock; for lunch, the latter will postpone the form
Chapter 138
It is certainly a happy thing that the employer gives a lot of money and good benefits, but it is also sad that the employer has a weird guest from time to time.A while ago, a crazy Duke of Bresmons came, and today a depraved playboy came. Now the two have collided with each other, which is really a bit unbearable.The butler began to miss the time when these two dukes did not come.At that time, there were tutors with different personalities in this manor, and there would be occasional guests to visit, but at least everyone's behavior was still within the normal range. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The Duke from Spain made a bad start, and then things went in a strange direction and never looked back.A duke who trains himself and his subordinates in the training ground every day is already scary. The manor is about to set up a pharmacy because of his existence; now there is a playboy duke. The butler is worried that he will be asked if there is a brothel that sui
Chapter 137
After sucking in his stomach, he felt that after the exercise in the past few days, his abdominal muscles were stronger, not to mention that those effective special training made his hands and feet more flexible, making him jump back and forth between this joy and upset mood, contradictory to death. 2*** : "......." I don't know what to say to this gentleman. You look happy and sad at the same time. Are you really mentally healthy? But thinking about Mia who just left very happily, he also wanted to sigh. Sometimes some people are really qualified to be unreasonable. Silently following Lionel into the bathroom, Bassett was very surprised when he saw the liquid poured out from a bottle on the sink, "What is this?" Don't you use soap to wash your hands? Why use this liquid? It's not like there is no soap. "Removing the gunpowder smell on your hands will prevent you from being affected by the gunpowder smell when you eat." Lionel rubbed his hands carefully and said to Bassett. Thi
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"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang! Bang!" The sound of the bullets was very regular, and Mia's shooting method was also very skillful. The first bullet tried the bullet, and the three bullets behind began to exert their strength. First, one bullet hit a flying disc, and the two reloaded bullets hit the flying disc at the same time, making two very symmetrical holes on it. "How boring." Mia looked at the falling frisbee and curled her lips. She threw the hunting bullet in her hand on the table, picked up the hand bullet that the manservant had brought before, weighed it, and began to load bullets. "Click?" She shook the hand bullet, and the shell returned to its position with a crisp sound. "Release the frisbee." Mia used her left arm as a support point and put her right hand on it, "Bang bang bang bang bang bang?" Six bullets were fired continuously, directly hitting the frisbee in the air. Ignoring the stunned eyes of the people around her, she reloaded her handgun, then picked up another
Chapter 135
Apart from some very few landscape paintings, he really prefers portraits of people. For him, the latter are more valuable to appreciate. A group of people quickly moved to the collection room, a room that had been covered with curtains for a long time, and was exposed to the sun again because of the arrival of the guests. "...... It's spectacular." Bassett didn't know how to describe the owner's style of behavior here. In this collection room, not only are there portraits hanging on the walls, but there are also rows of wooden shelves hanging on the open space in the room. People with poor eyesight would think that there are a pile of colorful cloth hanging inside. What kind of weird behavior is this? But even so, he had to admit that there are really a lot of collections here, so many that it dazzled him. How many portraits are hung here? For Mia, it's a lot. The portraits of the three richest men in the Leamington family are all here. How can there not be a lot? It's because
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The Duke of Hastings really didn't want to see this situation, but that didn't mean he had to sell the land to Mia. It didn't matter if he sold it to the enemies of the Leamington family, or if he kept it and didn't sell it or develop it, or just left it there?? Anyway, he had sworn to his father that he would never marry, and was ready to make the Duke of Hastings completely extinct, so what else was there to worry about? But we need to analyze the specific issues specifically. His relationship with Mycroft was still okay. Since the other party was the matchmaker, he didn't mind going there to discuss the deal. But he didn't expect that the person who was negotiating business with him was not the Earl of Leamington himself but his sister. Oh, by the way, the Earl of Leamington standing next to him was still a child, so of course he couldn't negotiate business with him. If it wasn't his sister who was in charge, could it be his great-grandmother, Old Lady Leamington? "Hello, Miss L
Chapter 133
"......You are thanking people for the wine now?" Mycroft was speechless. Was his ally too excited and not in a good mind? "My own winery produces the product." Mia smiled slightly. If she came to Scotland and didn't open a winery, it would be a waste of time. How could she make such a mistake? Although it was not long, she really planned to take root in Scotland and run the business here well. Then, after buying the dock, buying another winery to expand the business, wouldn't it be normal? The two complement each other. If she lived long enough, she might catch up with the prohibition on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, copy the experience of her old friend, and directly run a one-stop smuggling service from the dock to make a lot of money. How could she waste such an advantage? Mycroft was stunned. He really didn't expect Mia to be able to do this. A distillery? Yes, Scotch whisky is indeed world-famous, but why is this thing so unrelated to her? "......You really have
Chapter 132
"What the hell is that? He's a psychopath!" Mia was so angry that she wanted to chop him. "Who is this? He even told me proudly that he helped me a lot. Do I need his help?" She said that she was not joking when she asked Mrs. Leamington to personally take action on Broussard. In the eyes of this cheap great-grandmother, power is the most important thing. If anyone dares to compete with her for power, just look at her eldest son Maurice? Leamington will know. The two of them fought each other fiercely, and then they didn't see each other for 30 years. Even when his son died, he didn't shed a single tear of joy. Why should Broussard be an exception? As long as he dared to take action and she caught solid evidence, she wouldn't have to do anything about it. Mrs. Leamington could exile her son to a place where no one would shit! What was the result? Now Broussard still maintains the image of a pure little lamb in his mother's heart. The only thing that could work was that his death dealt
Chapter 131
As long as he doesn't mess around, Mia is happy to help train this duke to become the greatest extreme sports athlete of the 19th century, and provide various auxiliary tools for him to reach the top!According to Mia's observation, this guy is obviously a crazy lover of extreme sports, and it is very likely to succeed if he works hard on this... If it doesn't work, then he can only use hypnosis."Oh, what kind of fate do I have?" Mia sighed and made a schedule in the study, feeling that she was really unlucky. Why did she always encounter such pitfalls?"What kind of fate?" Arthur, who had just been tortured by the teacher, floated in. He was shocked when he heard Mia's words. What happened again?Just got the news from Mr. Holmes that their youngest uncle also died in Africa. Arthur was shocked to death, and now he is a little allergic to all the wind and grass in the outside world."...A not very reliable guest came to the door." Mia glanced at the haggard Arthur, and finally did n
