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White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 70
It doesn't matter if there are scars on the face, isn't there another half of the face that is good? And the scarred half can be repaired.She knew that there was a French illustrator in London who was very good at drawing beautiful patterns on people, especially gorgeous flowers, just like flattening real flowers and sticking them on the face. When the time comes, just ask this illustrator to draw a flower on the child's face according to the scar lines, and the scar will make it look more real!Anyway, there is no trouble getting married, and her choices are wider than those noble ladies who need to find a husband~In this matter, Mrs. Leamington completely adhered to the usual lifestyle of the nobles. Except for the few years when she was exhausted from raising children, she never stopped having lovers. It was only in recent years that she started to cultivate her mind and temper in Bath because she was too old to play, but she was still a person who liked to hold lively parties, a
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 71
The attitude of the owner of the manor was obvious. Miss Marina was obviously liked by her, so those who were paid to work should of course respect this lady and make her happy. "Thank you, I want to take a walk, what time is breakfast?" Mia took out her pocket watch and asked the housekeeper. After staying in London for several years, she really missed the air outside the city, especially the air in the countryside. Even the morning mist looked so graceful and moving, much more attractive than London! "Breakfast at ten o'clock." The housekeeper answered a very standard aristocratic breakfast time. * "......" She knew it! "Then before that, please send some snacks to Arthur. He is used to getting up at seven o'clock. Eating breakfast too late will make him uncomfortable." Fortunately, she asked, otherwise Arthur would be hungry. This terrible aristocratic lifestyle is really terrible. Who is the one who brought up the trend of using the adjective "11 o'clock in the morning"? "
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 72
The timing is too coincidental! Even though Mycroft's reason told him that Mia couldn't possibly reach into the Earl of Leamington's house, she was indeed very suspicious according to the theory that the ultimate beneficiary was the murderer. Especially since the time she left was so close to the time of the Earl of Leamington's death, it was really hard not to suspect something…………………… Mycroft, who always felt that he couldn't see through the details of this smart lady, looked directly at Mia, hoping that if it was really this lady who reached out and killed his grandfather, it would be better to clean up all the clues, rather than leaving anything for his brother to find. Sherlock is different from him. Once he finds something, he will definitely expose it! Mia looked at his complicated expression, blinked her eyes, and showed a surprised expression, "Dead?" So soon? The more you know about the Earl of Leamington, the more you feel sad. He is really a master of death! The pe
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 73
Mycroft: "" The two people's expressions rarely synchronized, and they were all hard to describe. Lady Leamington, she is really a person who is keen on fighting with others! Will there really be no problem for such a person to appear in London? Whether there is a problem or not is not something Mia needs to consider now. After Lady Leamington decided to go to London, she immediately sent someone to prepare a carriage to go to the train station. After confirming the people to be taken away, she told the housekeeper, "The original plan does not need to be changed, and it will continue. But the clothing store will make mourning clothes for Mia and Arthur first, so that they can wear them at the funeral." It is not worth it to be sad for Morris, the wicked son, and affect your life! But the superficial work that should be done still needs to be done. After all, he has inherited the title, and it is not that he can't make it to the funeral. He still has to attend the funeral. Moreov
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 74
As the owner of a tailor shop, building a good relationship with customers is a must-have skill. Mrs. Amman keenly noticed that this lady didn't care about the funeral she was about to attend.She swore that this was definitely not her illusion, because not only did the lady who made clothes not care, but even Meikshier's housekeeper probably didn't care about this matter, otherwise she wouldn't have let her bring all kinds of new materials here to make clothes for people. What's more, when she just came in, she met the owner of Javier Jewelry Store. He was taking out the jewelry and gems from the box next to him?? Arranged them, waiting for this to end before he could continue to choose jewelry!In this case, it was really hard for her to think that the protagonist of the funeral would be an important person.Why not hurry up to do business and let this lady make more clothes?But her hobbies are obviously different from those of the person involved.Mia touched the fabric that Mrs.
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 75
If only he could marry a rich wife, he would have a lot of money to spend.But it is not so easy to get a lot of money."Pah!" Old Lady Leamington threw two books on the table and said to Alice Flynn, "I don't care what Morris gave you, but you must return Elizabeth's things!"She did not return to London without anything this time. There were a bunch of account books in the box!Of course, it also included a copy of the dowry that daughter-in-law Elizabeth brought when she married into the Leamington family. In addition to some of the industries, there are also large amounts of jewelry, silverware, and cash. Cash cannot be traced, and there is no way to trace it, but other things, whether it is those industries, jewelry, silverware, or even clothes and spices, can be traced.Old Lady Leamington would never allow anyone to take away these things that belonged to Mia and Arthur!"What?" Alice was stunned, and then she shouted, "Those are things that the Earl gave me!"She shouted angri
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Also, "What on earth did I do to make you have this illusion that there is a possibility that I and that lady could marry?" Mycroft racked his brains but couldn't figure out why Sherlock thought so. He obviously didn't do anything that would cause misunderstanding! "So far, you have only praised two women, one is your mother and the other is this Miss Leamington. I thought this was a very obvious signal?" Sherlock said that this was not his own fantasy. Who told his brother to have only two women in his eyes since he was a child? Mycroft: "..." I don't know whether to admire Sherlock's rich associative ability or be angry at his level of fantasy, "I praise a lady, which means I want to marry her?" What kind of weird idea is this? After being away from home for a few years, has this brother's way of thinking deviated so far from the normal track? "You praised that lady for being smart and sharp, having extraordinary political tentacles, and being very good at seeing through peopl
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 77
Although it would have been better for Arthur Leamington to have died at that time, at least he could have been more comfortable and had less trouble, but now he has no say in whether to live or die.Mycroft: "…………"Even he, who is always eloquent, was speechless for a while, and was at a loss for words about what happened to the Leamington family.Let him recall what has happened to this family so far:1. The Earl's heir was replaced2. The fake heir hired someone to kill the real heir3. The baby swap incident was exposed by the nanny who committed suicide4. The Earl's fake heir was deprived of the right of inheritance and was arranged by the Earl to fall off his horse, almost sending him to see God5. The descendants of the real heir were found6. The Earl diedThis only lists the major events, some minor events are not listed, and the clues and various behaviors that connect these events are not listed, but even so, it can still be seen that the family is in chaos.As if he was s
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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
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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
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"......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
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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
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