British 1986

Diana lowered her head, flipped her hair, looked out the window at the lawn in the manor yard, and said in a faint tone: "I'm going to visit India next year. I don't want to go. He will also ask you to go then. I I just want to say hello to you in advance and let you prepare in advance."

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Allen frowned. It would be easy to go to other places, but going to India

To be honest, he really didn't want to go.

That shabby place was dirty and messy. It didn't even have a clean water source, and it was hard to eat well. Although you could bring your own ingredients and cook, Allen just didn't want to go.

It's no wonder that Diana had to greet him so long in advance.

If it hadn't been for Diana's words today, and if she had waited until just before the visit to tell him, Allen would most likely have to hide and not go if he could.

Now

It's hard to refuse.

Seeing Allen's expression of embarrassment, Diana laughed heartlessly.

He pointed in one direction and said: "You are also the captain of the bodyguard after all. India is not as scary as you think. When the time comes, I will introduce you to an Indian blind date?"

Looking at Diana winking, Allen waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Forget it, I'll go, but the Indian blind date is not needed."

Although high-caste Indians can be considered white, the image of Indians in Allen's mind has always been that of a dirty, dark-looking person. They seem to have no appetite. How about going on a blind date?

He really has no interest in curry-flavored black holes.

But now that the plan has been set, and Allen doesn't know about it in India, he can make preparations in advance to see if there is any place where he can harvest wool.

You can't go there in vain.

"Recently, a reporter named Morton wanted to help me publish a biography. Please help me with reference."

After deciding to visit India, Diana seemed to be in a much better mood and pulled Allen to help her plan another matter.

"A biography? What biography?"

Allen didn't know much about this kind of high-end stuff. He wasn't as shameless as Donald. He would publish a book for himself every few years and export some successful knowledge.

"He often comes to interview me, asking questions about this and that, just about everything. Sometimes he even asks me about my relationship. Recently, he wants to sort out the information from these interviews and publish a special volume about my interviews."

Diana explained it to Allen and gave him some knowledge about it. This reporter named Morton had also achieved some success in the United States and had helped publish some biographies of celebrities.

"Wait a minute. You said this reporter is American?"

Allen suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Diana. He had a vague impression of the reporter's name and nationality, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"What's his full name?"

Diana looked at Alan suddenly becoming serious and blurted out: "Andrew Morton."

"Hey, let me think about it."

Allen thought about it for a long time. The name was familiar to him, but he just couldn't remember it. Huh?

He waved to the servant in the distance and said, "Go and see if Siphis is here and ask him to come see me quickly."

"OK."

Diana looked at Allen and frowned in a serious and awe-inspiring manner. She was not stupid and had a very keen sense that this reporter seemed a little different from what he appeared to be. Not simple?

Or is there something behind this?

"What's wrong?"

"Retell to me how he came into contact with you in the first place, and what issues he was most interested in when he asked you questions."

Listening to Allen's words, Diana frowned and recalled it. The other person didn't seem to have any particular topics of interest, right?

Anyway, the other party asked everything, and everything was asked in detail. She had been at a low point in her mood for a while. It was not easy for her to have an audience who could calm down and listen to her voice to accompany her. She said what the other party asked, There is no defense against him.

The other party is not a reporter from a tabloid. He is a biographer in the name of a biographer. Asking questions is regarded as collecting information.

Diana, who was thinking, was interrupted by the sound of brisk footsteps. She looked up and saw a very dressed-up man.

A very fashionable old man came into view, and he ran panting to the side hall. He glanced at Allen, and when he looked at himself, the man was shocked and hurriedly saluted.

Diana covered her mouth and chuckled, waving her hands to indicate that it was Allen who was looking for him and it was none of her business.

"Hello, Your Royal Highness, it's my honor to meet you. Master, do you want to see me if you have anything to do?"

Siphisi saw this battle early in the morning, and the white hair on his back was almost frightened.

"Um"

Allen knocked on the table with his right hand and said, "Have you heard of the American Andrew Morton? This name always sounds familiar to me, but I just can't remember where I heard his name."

"Andrew Morton?"

Syphis was stunned by Allen's question. He was stunned for a few seconds before reacting suddenly. He glanced at Diana and looked like he didn't know what to say.

Seeing his appearance, Allen said: "Say it, let the princess listen."

"Yes! This Andrew Morton, I met him before when I went to the United States. I also met him when he was in that place. We have collaborated twice, but they were both at the magazine. It’s about that.”

"!!!"

After Syffith's reminder, Allen finally remembered that this was Morton. This guy had a criminal record and was known as a biographer and a master in the industry.

In fact, I used to be a robber and a thief.

What was the magazine at Allen's house used to do in the past?

"Sailor's Happy Days"!

This is an adult magazine, and it is a product specially supplied to the military. Syffis has mentioned to Allen before that there is a Yankee who is good at writing pornographic articles. Syffis has specially commissioned a few articles with pictures from him. The feedback on the article is very good, the British Royal Navy likes it very much!

Later, this guy changed his mind and became a writer, so we never worked together again.

now

Did this idiot trick Diana again?

It’s not that Allen looks down on biographers, but this guy’s background is like this. What kind of good person can he be?

"What about this place and that place?"

Diana looked at Siphis after he finished speaking. Allen looked serious as if he had remembered something, and was thinking deeply again. He couldn't help but ask directly.

"You go first."

Allen sent away the embarrassed Siffisi, and after he left, he quietly explained to Diana who this well-packaged Andrew Morton was.

"What?"

Diana was completely confused, why is this happening again?

She didn't hate Americans, but why did she always encounter this kind of thing recently?

First, I was harassed by a wealthy old American businessman, and now I am harassed by an American writer with a criminal record.

Recalling the private questions she had told him, Diana's face became serious.

If she were a normal reporter, some of her questions would be asked casually just for fun, but these things cannot be reported to the outside world and will have a bad impact.

For example, she can also say dirty words in private. This is something that outsiders would never imagine, but if a reporter breaks the news, it will be big news!

And now in comparison, swearing is a trivial matter. She told the reporter a lot of private information about herself and Boss Cha. If all of this was exposed indiscriminately,

Then, one can imagine what awaits Diana.

This is the best way to intensify conflicts!

Seeing Diana's face turning green and red, Allen also had a hunch that she might have said something to the Morton reporter that she shouldn't have said.

It’s not that I don’t believe in his character, it’s that I must not believe in this kind of person’s character!

Sometimes, life needs a fig leaf. Without this fig leaf, it would not be good for anyone to put conflicts in the open.

When conflicts intensify further, divorce or the like is just around the corner.

Allen didn't want this, and Diana, unless she was angry, probably didn't want it to happen once she calmed down.

The royal family has lost face, and the entire class, including all nobles, will suffer losses, not just the royal family.

The two looked at each other, and before Diana could speak, Allen said first, "Nothing has happened yet, but there are some things that we have to guard against!"

"Yeah." They were both from noble backgrounds. Although Diana has some love brains, when it comes to this kind of thing, her IQ is still above average. She has never eaten pork or seen a pig running?

"Is he with us now? Leave this matter to me and you don't have to worry about it."

Allen's duty is to be responsible for Boss Cha and his family. Whether it is taking care of William and Harry, or helping Diana vent her anger some time ago, it is his turn to take action in both public and private matters.

Although what he did in the previous incident was not honorable, he did it secretly and did not make Boss Cha lose face. This was due to his due diligence, even though no one came to praise him.

Now that this incident has happened again, Allen is subconsciously preparing to take over. Nothing has happened yet. He just needs to find the person first, get all the information back, and then warn the other person not to talk nonsense.

If you dare to be stubborn, kill him!

"It's him who contacts me every time to make an appointment. I don't know where he is exactly, but I can tell you directly when he makes an appointment with me next time."

Looking back now, Diana found that the reporter was indeed suspicious because the other person was an American. She subconsciously ignored some questions. Now that she thought about it carefully, when she wanted to find the other person, she couldn't think of where to find him for a while.

The more I think about it, the scarier it becomes.

"Okay, I'll send someone to follow you. You can inform me at any time."

"I see!"

Diana stood up. She was originally going to talk to Allen a little more today, but after something like this happened, she was not so sad anymore. Now she found something to do to divert her attention.

Seeing that Diana was about to leave, Allen accompanied her all the way out of the hall.

He personally helped Diana open the car door. Before leaving, Allen stood by the car door, looked at Diana in the back seat, and said unbearably: "Aunt William and Harry are still young. If you miss them, you can give them more Ask for a few opportunities to see them and don’t always box yourself into something.”

In the originally dull atmosphere, Diana looked at Allen, rolled her eyes at him and said, "You little brat, you're not even married yet, what do you know?! Drive!"

"???"

Allen looked at Diana with a confused look on his face, who did not forget to make a joke before leaving, and chuckled lightly as he stared at her vehicle as she drove away.

If this hadn't happened, she would have been happy every day. After all, she has such a temperament, she is very optimistic and cheerful.

The university started in January, but now it is February, and the students have been absent from classes for a month. The director of the admissions department does not dare to say any nonsense, and has to come to the door in person with a smiling face.

It is a shame to say this kind of thing anywhere.

But in Wales, this is no longer a shame, but an honor.

Anyway, for Joel, Director of Admissions at Cardiff University, this is an honor!

Joel had only seen the long-famous Hill family's manor from a distance before, and he never knew what it was like inside.

This place.

A hundred years ago, outsiders would never come out after entering. Who would expect to enter such a place.

But now these old things have long passed, and no one mentions this kind of "modern things" anymore.

On the contrary, the reputation of the Hill family is still spread in Wales.

Yesterday, Joel received an invitation from the Earl of Carmarthen, inviting him to the Hill family's manor. The Earl wanted to meet with him.

Joel was so excited that he didn't get a good rest. He took a day off today and put on his most expensive outfit, as well as the gentleman's hat and civilized stick that he had collected for many years. He was dressed like a remnant of imperialism, and his wife drove the car herself. , all the way to the gate of the Hill family's manor.

Since only he was invited in the invitation letter, as for his wife, she could only wait outside the door.

After being inspected by the guard, Joel followed the bodyguard who led the way and walked slowly on the road to the castle.

After sniffing the air filled with the fragrance of fragrant grass, I looked at several servants leading horses for a walk in the distance.

This situation, all the scenes are stimulating Joel.

It was different here than when I met Alan by chance during school.

In that situation, Allen was a student and had no airs, but he wouldn't pay much attention to him.

Now that we are here, it is different. This is a truly traditional noble home.

The servant leads the horse for a walk, look at this posture.

If an ordinary family wants to buy a horse, it is not impossible to afford a horse of inferior quality. It is only the price of an ordinary family car. However, the cost of raising a horse is very different from the cost of raising a car!

What now.

How many horses do they have alone?

Even if your Excellency doesn't usually ride, they will keep it at home for ready use.

When I think that it is spring now and it is the traditional aristocratic spring hunting season, at this time, the aristocratic masters on horseback and dogs flock to the countryside with a large number of servants to hunt. What a feeling.

Walking with the bodyguard all the way to the lobby, Joel nodded and said hello to everyone he saw.

Even though he was the admissions director of a well-known university in the capital, his social connections were barely acceptable, but in such an aristocratic manor, Joel felt that it was better to be careful.

Who knows which servant matters?

He might offend an old servant who had served the Hill family for generations. If he offended someone, he couldn't afford to offend them.

PS: I wish all readers a healthy Dragon Boat Festival and a happy holiday.