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White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 91
She frowned and asked the question, but got an answer that was the same as saying nothing, "I don't know." Okay, we still have to ask the person involved. Mia sighed, pinched Dominic's mouth and poured two more bottles of potion into it, and then lifted the hypnosis, "Now, you leave here. When you walk out of this room, you will forget everything I did to you, and only remember that I was so shocked that I couldn't answer immediately." Dominic stood up obediently, his body swayed slightly, then stood firm and slowly walked out of the room. Mia followed him and saw the person who had been spying in the corner before, Emeril Leamington, through the gap in the room. "..." It was quite speechless. The three brothers in this family were really weird among weirdos, and the freaks among freaks. One behavior was more outrageous than the other. What did Emeril want to do? Forget it, it was already nine o'clock, and she was too lazy to waste time with this guy. She would talk about it tom
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 92
What can she do? The matter has already happened, and Morris is dead now. Should she be asked to give Emeril and Dominic a wooden barn each to send them to see God? And don't you care about the family's honor? Although everyone knows that Morris is a bastard, he is just a bastard. The other members of the Leamington family don't have a bad reputation outside. Even the baby swap was taken care of by the nanny, which became a tragedy for the jealous mistress. She can't expose the good things these two sons have done to the outside world now, right? And Mia and Ya... Old Lady Leamington knows one thing very well. The two children can survive because they are lucky enough, not because of the fake Arthur? How soft-hearted Leamington is, the disaster they suffered is real. But all this was caused by her two sons, and the man who did it, Arthur Leamington, has now been sent to prison. Although he was not sentenced to death but life imprisonment due to the influence of his wife's family
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 93
She looked at Mia's busy back suspiciously for a long time, and finally left here to make a phone call. But obviously the result she got was not very good, "What?" Listening to the answer on the phone, the housekeeper's wife couldn't believe her ears. You know, the reception room in the east wing has always been Mrs. Leamington's favorite place. Since she bought this manor, she has been entertaining guests there. Now she is just messing around like this? "I said let her do whatever she wants. Give her whatever she wants. Except for the fixed expenses, the rest of the income from the manor can be withdrawn at will... "Mrs. Leamington's tired voice came from the phone with a strong sense of distortion. Not only did the housekeeper's wife not believe her ears, but she didn't even dare to believe her head. "You mean?" Isn't it what she thought? "Yes, from now on, you can treat her as the actual owner of Meikshire. She can make the decision on what happens in the manor in the future,
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 94
Living in Meckhill certainly has the advantage of excellent air quality, but there are also some not-so-good aspects, specifically the neighbors. Although it is the social season now, most of the nobles are squatting in London, but there are also a few weirdos who stay in the countryside and don't go out. Their neighbors Rosemund Winkel and Eric Kleinte are typical examples. Especially Eric Kleinte. At first, the other party reported the name of the young master of the Kleinte family, and didn't know who this person was. Later, when he knew the other party's full name, his sister was more determined not to meet this person. After asking, she found out that this person was the one who performed surgery on his mother and his sister. "Shouldn't we meet him?" Since he is a doctor with superb medical skills, it is normal to maintain a good relationship, right? At that time, Arthur, who didn't know the inside story at all, was very puzzled by Mia's refusal to meet this gentleman. In his
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 95
He admitted that he had no talent and was not in the mood to manage the company he got from his family, but he did not pretend to know anything and sabotage it! He would continue to run the company as it was handed over to him. As long as he did not do unnecessary things, he would not lack money in the future. "Big customer?" Eric raised his eyebrows. What level can be called a big customer? They were barely in the same industry. He had not heard of any pharmaceutical company launching a drug that was popular all over the UK recently. "This time it is not a potion company that claims to be able to treat all diseases, but a mouthwash company. Although it is still small, I have used their products and the effect is very good. I am optimistic about their future development." Rosenmund shrugged and said. The better the development, the more quantity is needed, and the greater the gap in the machines for producing these potions. Sooner or later, this company will become a big customer
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 96
As the second son of a rich noble who has no power, it is normal to have a special hobby, right? Not to mention that it is unrealistic to say that Dominic is a normal person who can swap babies and do all kinds of subsequent operations. It is hard to say how twisted his mind is. Is there anything wrong with finding a male lover to satisfy his curiosity? Of course there is a problem! Mia almost laughed at Mycroft's guilty look. "Dear Mr. Holmes, do you want to see your own expression?" She picked up a mirror from the table next to him and put it in front of Mycroft. "Did you see it clearly? This is typical nonsense!" I really admire this guy. Can't you use some thoughts when lying? Or do you think your acting skills are perfect and there are no flaws? Are you fooling a child? Mycroft: "…………" Facing the mirror that was almost sticking to his face, he was a little embarrassed. After all, this matter does sound a bit outrageous, but it can't be blamed on him. Looking at Mia who wa
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 97
If you stay in this family for a long time, you will know that you shouldn't look at what you shouldn't look at and don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Keeping your mouth shut is the best way to survive! As for the old lady's sons? As the close maid of the old lady of Leamington, she didn't want to say anything. Except for the youngest Master Broussard, the rest of them were bad and vicious. None of them were good! If they were a little stupid, it would be fine. They couldn't cause much damage, but it was because these people were not stupid, but very smart that they made a lot of trouble. As a result, the person who made trouble is dead, and the mother of the person who made trouble has to take over such a mess. It's unlucky enough. "You are unlucky because you want power but don't want to bear the consequences. How can it be so good?" Anne leaned on the bed with her belly, holding her belly and mocking, and she couldn't feel any sympathy for the old lady of Leamington. Originally
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 98
And this man may not be so affectionate and thoughtful to his sister. Arthur curled his lips and thought of the guests who kept visiting the Meckhill Manor. After living for a period of time, he has been very clear about one thing. There are not many secrets between nobles. The most obvious one is the address of each family. Not counting those private small apartments, the open manors and London mansions have no privacy at all. Even if you don’t know, you can find someone to ask and you will know. To put it bluntly, as long as a butler is not negligent in his duties, he will definitely know these addresses that the host family does not know. So is it difficult to find out where they live? Other people without titles can do it, so why can't he, a viscount, do it? In the final analysis, he is just reluctant to give up his life in London. What kind of affectionate persona is he trying to create? Do you believe it yourself? Hypocritical sir! Arthur made a comment on this and sneered
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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
Chapter 136
"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
Chapter 134
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