Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

After "Arthur" finished speaking, he picked up the tea cup at hand and took a sip, "You go back, I have a lunch break."

"Don't you drink tea?" Clande glanced at the tea leaves in the exquisite ceramic cup.

The man chuckled, "I think black tea is good lately."

Kelland hummed thoughtfully, stood up and said, "Then you have a good rest and call me if you need anything."

He left the room and closed the door "considerately".

The moment he closed the door, a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes.

Was it really Huo Yuanshi's guess that he planned to kidnap Huo Mingzheng?

That man's ability is unfathomable. If he really knew about it or even had any evidence, then his situation would be in danger.

He looked back at the closed door.

Klande had some plans in mind.

Mr. Romont returned to Zurich five days later.

Kelland went to pick him up personally.

He helped the old man get into the car, and then he got into the back seat of the car. He considerately took out a warm towel from the incubator and handed it to the old man.

Even in the hot summer, the old man is still used to wiping his hands with a warm towel.

"Klande, thank you for your hard work. Just ask the driver to pick me up." Mr. Romont wiped his hands.

Kelland smiled and said: "Anyway, I have nothing to do when I am free. You have worked hard along the way. How is Ming Zheng doing now?"

"Him?" Mr. Romont shook his head, looked out the car window, and sighed, "There is almost no possibility of recovery of my eyes. It seems that I really should prepare to find a new heir."

Kelland narrowed his eyes slightly and pretended not to care about the topic, "Ming Zheng's luck has always been good. Maybe he will regain his sight soon."

Mr. Romont shook his head silently.

The boy told him that there was a 50-50 chance of permanent blindness and a 50-50 chance of recovery.

He guessed it must not be the truth.

And there is a high probability of regaining sight.

But he wouldn't say these words to anyone.

Ming Zheng is his heir. On the surface, the other party may want to attack Yan or Fu Hanlin, but in fact, he is targeting Huo Mingzheng.

Either dead or injured.

He also wanted to find such people to avoid future troubles.

So he didn't tell the truth to Kland.

At present, it seems that everyone has a motive to target Huo Mingzheng.

"Actually, I plan to leave the family in your hands. Ming Zheng also said so. Klande, what do you think?" He turned his head and looked at Klande beside him with his green eyes.

"Father, you know that I am not interested in running the family. Please don't leave this big trouble in my hands. I will be very troubled. You should just let me continue to be an idler." Cland's face showed Difficult.

Mr. Luo Monte took a deep breath, "Now that Ming Zheng is blind, the person I value most is you. Why don't you reconsider it?"

Klande smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You should find a new heir, father."

Mr. Romont didn't insist anymore and asked instead: "How is Arthur doing lately? Is his injury getting better?"

"Much better, but I'm just not very energetic." Clande replied.

After sending Mr. Romont back to the castle, Clande also returned to his mansion.

"Where's Arthur?" he asked the housekeeper as he walked in.

The housekeeper replied: "Master Arthur hasn't come downstairs much in the past two days. He seems to be feeling unwell."

"Oh?" Klande squinted his eyes, a smile fleetingly flashed at the corner of his mouth, "You have nothing to do here, go down."

After the housekeeper left, Clander went upstairs to Arthur's room.

He knocked on the door like a gentleman, but there was no sound for a while.

Opening the door and going in, the light in the room was a little dim, the curtains blocked most of the daylight, and on the high bed in the center, 'Arthur' was lying on his side with his eyes closed, as if he didn't hear any movement.

"Arthur?" Klande approached and called out in a low voice.

The person on the bed moved his eyelids slightly, and a weak voice came from the man's mouth, "Huh?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Kland asked worriedly.

The man slowly opened his eyes, and with a pair of eyes as dark as ink, he glanced at Klande faintly, and a spring breeze-like smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Klande, long time no see."

Klande's heart was shaken, and he looked at the man on the bed in shock. It took him a while to realize that it was his other side.

But how could he...

"Are you surprised?" The man sat up from the bed and said in a calm tone, "The poison you gave me didn't work on me?"

Klande's initial shock turned into disbelief. He stared at the man's face, a chill running down his spine, "You..."

"Have you never thought about why I know so much about poisons?"

The man sat on the edge of the bed, his bare feet on the wooden floor.

His legs were slender and his bones were distinct. He looked very thin, but the bulging blood vessels under his skin made him look full of strength.

He smiled at Klande, "Because I am very good at poisoning. I am so good at poisoning that no one can match me in this field."

He spoke the last four words one word at a time, and his gentle tone made Kland break into a cold sweat.

There is no one in the world who is good at poisoning, isn't that...

That mysterious organization gathers the best talents in various fields.

No wonder he knew about the time when he asked a mysterious organization to kidnap Huo Mingzheng.

Klande's face turned pale inch by inch. He stared at the man who stood up. His legs seemed to be filled with lead and he could not move.

"What did you do to me?" Klande pressed his hand back on the armrest of the sofa and fell into the sofa.

At the same time, his throat became dry and hoarse, and when he spoke again, he found that he could not make any sound.

"From the first step you stepped into this room, you were poisoned by me, Kland. How about stealing a chicken but losing a lot of rice?"

Cland's face turned pale.

The man walked up to him step by step, bent down, and suddenly stretched out his hand, his slender fingers like eagle talons, and pinched Klande's neck.

His tone was gentle: "You are no longer of any use to me. I wanted to give you a gift to help you get the Lomont family, but unfortunately you were not too impatient and almost hurt my rouge."

Klande whimpered in his throat, but he couldn't exert any strength.

"Shh..." The man made a silencing gesture toward him.

"But it suddenly occurred to me that you still have final use value."

He stared into Clandestine's fearful eyes and smiled softly: "I haven't seen Yan Yan for many days. I'm not sure where she was injured in the last fire. I really want to see it with my own eyes. Clandestine, will you? You’re doing this for me, right?”